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JERUSALEM! 

THE   OLD   HYMN, 
7/j*   Origin  and  Genealogy . 


EDITED    BY 


WILLIAM    C.    PRIME, 

Author  of  "Boat  Life  in  Egypt  and  Nubia"  rt  re/**  Z(/>  in  the 
Holy  Land"  etc. 


NEW  YORK: 
ANSON  D.  F.  RANDOLPH  &  CO., 

770   BROADWAY. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1864, 

By  Anson  D.  F.  Randolph, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  foi 
the  Southern  District  of  New  York. 


EDWARD  0.  JENKINS, 

printer  anti  Stereotgprr, 

20  North  William  Street. 


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of 
EUut.sCoI.  1st  Conn.  Srtillera, 

60  pass-eft  from  tje  storm  of  foar  to  tje  ptarc  of  ijjt 
Gtltstial  £113, 

^Harrb  3016,  l$$5. 


.Sunt  motto  praelia,  postmotto  praemta,  quali'a?  plena, 
^lena  refeetio,  nullaque  passio,  nullaque  poena. 

***** 
^ai  sine  ertmtne,  pai  sine  turoine,  pai  sine  riia, 
iHcta  laborious,  atque  tumultous  ancfjora  fiia. 

And  now  we  fight  the  battle,  and  then  we  wear  the  crown 
Of  full,  and  everlasting,  and  passionless  renown  1 

****** 
And  peace,  for  war  is  needless — and  rest,  for  storm  is  past, 
And  goal  from  finished  labor,  and  anchorage  at  last! 

(Hi) 


NOTE   TO   THE   THIRD   EDITION. 

The  unexpected  rapidity  with  which  two  Editions  of  this 
Booh  have  heen  exhausted,  has  induced  the  publication  of  a  third, 
with  some  changes  and  additions,  which  it  is  hoped  will  make  it 
more  acceptable  and  valuable  to  lovers  of  the  Old  Hymn  and  its 
subject.  For  the  translation  of  fart  of  the  Hymn  of  Bernard 
de  Clugny  in  the  former  editions,  is  substituted  a  more  extended 
and  admirable  translation  by  the  same  author  {Rev.  Dr.  Neale), 
recently  published  by  him  in  England.  The  portion  of  the  Hymn 
given  in  the  original  consists  of  selections,  which  are  included  in 
this  translation.  An  excellent  translation  of  the  Hymn  of  Peter 
Damiani  is  also  added,  from  "  The  Voice  of  Christian  Life  in 
Song." 

April,  1SG5.  W.  C.  P. 

(vi) 


CONTENTS. 


PAGE 

INTRODUCTION vii 

THE  HYMN 35 

HYMN  OF  HILDEBERT,           Appendix  1 51 

LAUS  PATRIAE  COELESTIS,           "         II 59 

THE  CELESTIAL  COUNTRY,          "          III 63 

HYMN  OF  PETER  DAMIANI,          "          IV 79 

THE  JOYS  OF  HEAYEN,                  "         V 83 

DESCRIPTION   OF    HEAVENLY    IERUSALEM— Appendix 

VI S9 

DE  GLORIA,                Appendix  VII 97 

A  SONG  By  F.  B.  P.,            "       VIII 99 

DIFFERENT  VERSIONS   "        IX 104 


(?) 


INTRODUCTION. 

The  Old  Hymn,  to  which  this  little  book  is 
devoted,  and  which  is  here  given  as  nearly  as 
may  be  in  the  form  which  it  bore  two  hundred 
years  ago,  needs  no  words  of  praise  to  commend 
it.  It  is  a  grand  poem,  and  one  or  another 
portion  of  it  will  reach  every  heart  with  its 
power  and  beauty.  It  has  been  a  comfort  and 
joy  to  very  many  people,  both  in  this  form, 
and  in  the  numerous  variations,  abbreviations, 
and  alterations  in  which  it  has  from  time  to 
time  appeared  among  the  sacred  poems  of  the 
Christian  world.  As  in  an  old  church,  where 
successive  generations  of  men  and  women  have 
prayed  awhile  and  then  gone  away,  it  is  im- 
possible not  to  feel  that  there  is  an  accumula- 
tion of  sacred  associations  hallowing  the  walls  ; 
as  in  a  venerable  cathedral,  the  memory  'of 
successive  solemn  services  performed  by  the 
feeble  voices  of  the  fast  vanishing  pilgrims  of 
this  life  makes  the  place  peculiarly  holy  ;  as  in 

(vii) 


vriii  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

some  sacred  place,  like  the  little  sepulchre  at 
Jerusalem,  the  remembrance  of  the  knees  that 
have  pressed  the  rock,  the  lips  that  have  touched 
the  marble  tomb,  the  prayers  that  have  gone 
up  to  God  from  the  small  chamber,  year  after 
year,  century  after  century,  age  after  age, 
makes  the  place  seem  verily  like  one  of  the 
gateways  of  heaven,  even  if  it  were  never 
hallowed  by  the  bodily  presence  of  the  rising 
Redeemer — so,  in  an  old  song  of  the  Church 
like  this,  there  is  additional  sanctity,  with  ever 
increasing  force,  and  beauty,  and  power,  for 
the  memory  of  the  innumerable  lips  that  have 
sung  it  here,  and  have  gone  to  sing  other  and 
nobler  songs  up  yonder. 

This  hymn  has  grown  to  be  very  sacred.  It 
was  sung  by  the  martyrs  of  Scotland  in  the 
words  we  have  here.  It  has  rung  in  triumph- 
ant tones  through  the  arches  of  mighty  cathe- 
drals ;  it  has  been  chaunted  by  the  lips  of 
kings,  and  queens,  and  nobles  ;  it  has  ascended 
in  the  still  air  above  the  cottage  roofs  of  the 
poor  ;  it  has  given  utterance  to  the  hopes  and 
expectations  of  the  Christian  on  every  conti- 
nent, by  every  sea-shore,  in  hall  and  hovel, 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  \X 

until  it  has  become,  in  one  or  another  of  its 
forms,  the  possession  of  the  whole  Christian 
world. 

And  I  think  that  in  tracing  its  history,  we 
may  find  that  of  all  our  sacred  poetry,  this  has 
a  higher  lineage,  a  more  ancient,  honourable 
and  even  holy  origin,  than  any  other  hymn  or 
song  of  the  Church,  whicli  is  not  a  direct  para- 
phrase of  the  inspired  writings. 

The  future  life,  the  immortal  life  in  distinc- 
tion from  life  on  earth,  has  in  all  ages  been  a 
subject  of  the  deepest  interest  to  the  thinking 
man.  But  it  is  strange  to  see  how  little  after 
all  seems  to  have  been  known  of  it,  for  many 
thousand  years,  and  how  men,  even  in  the  land 
of  prophets  and  priests  of  God,  appeared  to  look 
at  the  grave  as  the  dark  passage  into  uncer- 
tainty. The  unutterable  mournfulness  of  the 
death-bed  of  Jacob  consists  in  the  prophecies 
of  future  glory  to  his  children,  the  distribution 
of  power  and  honour  to  his  twelve  strong  sons, 
fathers  of  twelve  nations  which  were  to  be 
lordly  lines  of  kings  and  priests  on  earth, 
and  in  his  then  turning  himself  over  to  die, 
and  be  buried  in  the  cave  of  Machpelah,  with- 


K  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

out  one  word  of  his  own  dark  future.  "  There, ' 
said  he,  "  they  buried  Abraham  and  Sarah  his 
wife  ;  there  they  buried  Isaac  and  Rebekah  his 
wife  ;  and  there  I  buried  Leah,"  but  no  utter- 
ance escaped  his  lips  expressing  confidence  or 
thought  that  he  was  departing  to  join  his 
fathers,  the  mighty  patriarchs ;  no  hope  of 
meeting  and  clasping  the  hand  of  her  he  met 
and  kissed  by  the  well-side  in  the  East  coun- 
try ;  no  exulting  triumph  in  the  belief  that  he 
was  to  pass  into  the  presence  of  Him  whose 
angels  he  saw  at  Bethel,  with  whom  he  strove 
and  won  a  princely  name  and  a  blessing  at 
Peniel.  We  cannot  doubt  that  he  had  such 
hope.  Yet  the  sacred  historian  only  recorded 
that  he  was  "  gathered  unto  his  people."  And 
"  gathered  to  his  fathers "  was  the  doubtful, 
yet  somewhat  hoping  story  told  of  all  the  great 
servants  of  God  for  ages  after  that.  Once  in 
a  while  we  hear  some  sucli  expression  of  pleas- 
ant hope,  mingled  with  doubt  and  grief,  as 
David  uttered  over  his  dead  boy,  "  I  shall  go 
to  him,  but  he  will  not  return  to  me  ;"  but,  for 
the  most  part,  the  future  existence  with  patri 
archs  and  with  the  God  of  Abraham,  seems  to 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  x\ 

have  been  but  very  dimly  seen,  through  clouds 
and  gloom,  if  seen  indeed  at  all.  A  local  habi- 
tation for  eternity  does  not  appear  to  have 
been  within  the  scope  of  the  Jewish  theology. 

It  seems  to  me  certain  that  the  old  Egyp- 
tians did  believe  in  the  resurrection  of  the 
dead,  and  expected  to  rise  from  their  tombs 
and  inhabit  again  the  land  of  their  birth. 
They  built  the  grand  halls  of  Karnak,  of  Medi- 
net  Abou,  of  Esne,  of  Edfou,  and  hewed  out  the 
solemn  chambers  of  Abou  Simbal,  with  refer- 
ence to  that  future  day,  when  they  should 
unroll  the  spicy  bands  and  step  forth  from  their 
rock-hewn  tombs  on  the  Theban  hill-sides.  If 
any  of  them  remain,  undisturbed  by  treasure- 
seekers  of  later  ages,  until  the  resurrection, 
the  awakening  will,  perhaps,  be  not  altogether 
unlike  what  they  expected,  though  the  judge 
will  not  be  Osiris,  nor  the  book  of  His  judg- 
ment the  pages  of  Hermes.  And  it  cannot  be 
forgotten  that  the  mournful  direction  of  Joseph 
for  the  preservation  and  final  burial  of  his 
bones,  was  not  coupled  with  any  intimation 
that  he  should  ever  need  to  reclaim  his  clay, 
jr  that  from  his  father's  teaching,  or  his  Egyp- 


xii  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

tian  lore,  he  had  received  any  idea  of  the 
resurrection  or  even  of  immortality. 

It  is  no  part  of  our  purpose  to  discuss  how 
far  the  Hebrews  or  the  other  nations  did 
understand  the  doctrine  of  the  resurrection  of 
the  dead  and  the  immortality  of  the  soul. 
That  it  was  held,  in  one  or  another  form,  by 
all  who  had  made  any  advance  in  civiliza- 
tion, cannot  be  doubted.  But  it  seems  to  have 
been  everywhere  regarded  as  an  almost  im- 
penetrable mystery,  and  the  visitors,  whom  the 
imaginations  of  the  old  poets  sent  to  the  land 
of  shades,  brought  back  little  information  of 
the  future  state  of  the  dead,  and  that  little 
enveloped  in  profound  sadness.  That  some 
euch  belief  was  held  by  wise  men  of  the 
Jewish  Church  cannot  be  denied,  but  we  seek 
vainly  for  the  indications  of  its  power  on  their 
lives,  or  its  consoling  assurances  at  the  mo- 
ment of  death. 

The  Mohammedans  have  traditions  which 
they  believe  to  be  of  very  remote  origin,  and, 
if  we  should  accept  their  antiquity,  they 
might  be  held  to  prove  that  in  the  age  of  the 
patriarchs,  men  believed  in  a  future  Paradise 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xii: 

not  unlike  that  described  by  the  Fathers  of  the 
Christian  Church.  But  there  is  no  evidence 
of  the  ancient  origin  of  these  traditions. 

One  of  them  is  so  rich  in  imagery  that  I 
cannot  forbear  quoting  it  here,  as  part  of  the 
history  of  man's  belief  in  the  New  Jerusalem. 
I  condense  it  from  "  An  Essay  towards  the  His- 
tory of  Arabia/7  etc.,  by  Major  David  Price, 
London,  1824.  Shedaud  is  supposed,  by  Mo- 
hammedan authorities,  to  have  reigned  in  the 
Eastern  country  before  the  time  of  Abraham, 
and  the  Prophet  Houd  has  been  thought  to 
be  identical  with  Heber  : 

When,  as  on  frequent  occasions  he  had  done 
with  his  brother,  the  prophet  warned  him  with 
urgent  zeal  to  forsake  the  absurdities  of  image 
worship,  and  to  adore  the  majesty  of  the  true 
God,  Shedaud  demanded  to  know  what  it  was 
that  he  might  expect  in  compensation  from  the 
God  whom  he  proclaimed,  provided  he  should 
be  disposed  to  yield  to  these  importunities. 
Houd  replied  that  the  meed  of  his  obedience 
would  be  a  paradise  of  interminable  felicity ; 
but  proceeding  to  enumerate  some  of  the  bless- 
ings of  such  a  glorious  state,  the  monarch  cut 


xiv  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

him  short  by  an  affirmation,  that  he  would  him- 
self undertake  to  produce,  even  on  earth,  such 
a  paradise  as  that  which  he  was  attempting 
to  describe ;  and  as  a  proof  that  he  was  in  ear- 
nest, he  instantly  set  about  providing  the  means 
of  accomplishing  the  object  of  his  impious  boast. 
In  order,  however,  to  the  execution  of  his 
presumptuous  plan,  which  extended  to  nothing 
less  than  the  creation  on  earth  of  an  abode  of 
bliss  and  splendour,  which  was  to  rival  the  man- 
sions of  eternal  glory,  Shedaud  now  dispatched 
letters  to  his  puissant  kinsman,  desiring  that  he 
would,  with  all  diligence,  collect  for  his  use, 
whether  belonging  to  himself  or  the  officers 
under  his  authority,  all  that  was  rare  and  costly 
in  gold  and  silver,  in  pearl  and  precious  stones 
of  every  colour  and  price,  in  musk  and  camphor, 
and  ambergris,  and  every  species  of  scarce  and 
fragrant  drug.  His  own  subjects  were  employed, 
at  the  same  time,  to  explore  the  ocean  for  its 
exhaustless  riches,  and  in  particular  for  pearl ; 
while  the  officers  of  his  government  were  di- 
rected to  hasten  from  all  quarters,  to  aid  in  the 
prosecution  of  the  design.  From  among  his 
vezzeirs,  or  ministers  of  state,  he  next  selected 
sixteen  individuals  distinguished  for  taste  and 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  Xv 

discrimination,  whom  he  sent  to  make  a  survey 
of  his  dominions  ;  in  order  to  fix  upon  that  spot 
which,  for  amenity  of  climate  and  other  advan- 
tages, might  appear  best  suited  for  the  reception 
of  the  fairy  abode  which  he  had  in  contempla- 
tion. 

After  considerable  research,  the  choice  of  these 
personages  appears  to  have  fallen  on  some  place 
in  the  territory  of  Syria;  where  the  assembled 
architects  proceeded  with  the  requisite  dispatch, 
and,  with  bricks  of  gold  and  silver  alternately 
disposed,  to  lay  the  foundations  of  this  superb 
structure.  Of  these  costly  materials  were  the 
walls  entirely  composed ;  the  roof  being,  how- 
ever, of  gold  alone,  inlaid  with  precious  stones 
and  pearl,  and  supported  on  pillars  of  crystal ; 
the  rubies,  sapphire,  emeralds,  and  topaz  being 
so  firmly  and  skillfully  inserted  in  the  walls  and 
roofs,  and  other  parts  of  the  structure,  as  to  be 
immovable  by  the  hand  of  man.  On  the  banks 
of  an  artificial  rivulet  were  also  erected  munzers, 
or  light  pavilions,  belvederes  perhaps,  of  gold 
and  silver,  surrounded  by  trees  and  shrubs  of 
the  same  precious  metals,  the  fruit  and  flowers 
of  which  were  of  rubies  and  pearl ;  and  on  the 
trees  were  perched  birds  of  similar  metals,  the 


xvi  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

hollow  parts  of  which  were  loaded  with  every 
species  of  the  ricliest  perfume,  so  that  every 
breeze  that  blew  came  charged  with  fragrance, 
conveyed  from  the  bills  of  these  metallic  birds. 
The  bed  of  the  rivulet,  instead  of  gravel,  was 
strewed  with  pearl  and  rubies;  and,  instead  of 
the  usual  herbage,  the  border  was  fringed  with 
saffron  ;  the  very  soil  also  being  composed  of 
musk  and  ambergris.  The  principal  structure 
was  surmounted,  moreover,  by  twelve  thousand 
battlements,  perhaps  pinnacles,  of  gold  and  sil- 
ver, so  gloriously  inlaid  with  precious  stones,  as 
to  reflect  a  lustre  too  intense  for  the  eyes  of  the 
beholder,  when  blazing  with  the  rays  of  the  sun. 
And  last  of  all,  in  order  to  accommodate  the 
two  hundred  vezziers  who  administered  the 
affairs  of  government  under  his  authority,  She- 
daud,  as  a  suitable  enclosure  to  the  principal 
fabric,  caused  an  equal  number  of  kosheks,  ' 
kiosks,  or  smaller  palaces,  also  of  silver  and 
gold,  to  be  erected  on  the  circumference*;  so 
that  the  treasures  of  the  wdiole  earth,  and  all 
that  it  could  produce  of  beautiful  and  rare,  seem 
to  have  been  exhausted  in  the  execution  of  this 
euperb  and  matchless  design. 

When,  however,  intelligence  was  conveyed  to 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xvl] 

Slieclaud  in  Hadhramouat,  where  it  appears  that 
he  then  resided,  that  the  sumptuous  work  was 
complete,  the  monarch  immediately  arose  ;  and 
accompanied  by  his  whole  court,  consisting  of 
the  two  hundred  ministers  already  mentioned,  a 
thousand  great  commanders,  and  a  superb  ret- 
inue of  thirty  thousand  guards,  proceeded  on 
his  way  to  take  possession  of  this  splendid  abode. 
But,  within  one  short  stage  of  his  object,  his 
attention  was  suddenly  arrested  while  on  the 
march  by  the  appearance  of  a  stag,  the  body  of 
which  seemed  of  silver,  the  haunches  of  gold, 
the  eyes  of  rubies,  and  the  feet  of  marble.  In 
short,  it  was  a  creature  of  such  exquisite  beauty, 
that  his  eyes  had  never  beheld  any  thing  to  be 
compared  to  it  before.  Spurring  his  horse,  She- 
daud  eagerly  put  himself  in  pursuit  of  this  beau- 
tiful vision,  which  he  followed  until  he  was  en- 
tirely out  of  sight  of  his  attendants.  At  that 
moment  the  object  of  his  pursuit  suddenly  dis- 
appeared, and  in  its  stead  he  observed  a  person- 
age on  horseback  approaching  to  meet  him,  by 
whom  he  was  shortly  afterwards  accosted  in  the 
following  terms  :  "  Wretched  slave  !  in  the  situ- 
ation to  which  thou  art  brought,  on  what  art 
thou  thinking,  or  what  is  it  thou  art  in  pursuit 


xviii  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

of?  By  the  object  on  which  thy  mind  is  now 
engaged,  or  by  the  labours  and  speculations  of 
the  past,  dost  thou  imagine  thyself  secured 
against  the  stroke  of  death  ?"  Surprised  at 
such  an  expostulation,  from  one  whose  appear- 
ance at  this  moment  bespoke  nothing  otherwise 
extraordinary,  the  monarch  demanded  who  he 
was,  and  what  he  sought  for  ?  And  his  aston- 
ishment was  not  abated  when  the  stranger  an- 
nounced himself  as  "  the  Angel  of  Death  !"  and 
more  appalling  still,  that  he  was  come  to  de- 
mand his  soul  from  him.  Shedaud  now  endeav- 
oured to  expostulate,  and  to  adjure  him  to  be- 
ware of  interfering  with  his  life,  at  least  before 
he  had  cast  one  anxious  look  on  the  splendid 
fabric  which  had  been  raised  at  the  expense  of 
such  prodigious  treasures.  The  stranger  in- 
formed him,  however,  that  there  was  not  a  mo- 
ment to  spare,  and  desiring  him  to  cast  his  eyes 
behind  him,  he  no  sooner  complied  than  the 
dread  messenger  presented  himself  to  his  view, 
arrayed  in  all  the  terrors  of  his  character.  She- 
daud, as  if  stricken  by  a  thunderbolt,  dropped 
from  his  horse  in  a  swoon,  and  instantly  expired  ; 
and  his  whole  retinue  reaching  the  spot  shortly 
afterwards,    a   fearful   sound   was    heard   from 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xix 

heaven,  at  which  the  very  life-spark  within  their 
bodies  was  at  once  extinguished  for  ever ;  and, 
of  all  this  host,  not  an  individual  escaped  to 
feast  his  eyes  on  the  golden  paradise,  erected. 
in  the  presumption  of  human  vanity,  for  his 
wonder  and  admiration. 

To  sum  uj3  the  marvellous  of  this  fanciful 
tradition,  we  shall  venture  to  relate  further, 
from  the  Rouzut-us-suffa,  that  when,  through 
some  channel  or  other,  the  Angel  of  Death  was 
asked  whether,  in  the  discharge  of  his  inexor- 
able commission  towards  the  souls  of  men,  no 
instance  had  ever  occurred  in  which  some  feel- 
ing of  compassion  had  been  excited  towards  the 
miserable  victims  of  his  power  ;  he  is  reported 
to  have  said,  that  in  two  instances  only  his  com- 
passion had  been  so  awakened  :  once  towards 
an  infant  born  at  sea,  and  the  bark  in  which  it 
had  seen  the  light  perished  in  a  storm  at  the 
moment  of  its  birth,  leaving  the  helpless  inno- 
cent on  a  bare  plank  to  struggle  for  existence 
with  the  winds  and  waves.  The  other  instance 
was,  when,  in  the  midst  of  his  thoughtless  career, 
and  at  the  moment  when  almost  in  view  of  the 
glorious  fabric  which  he  had  erected  at  the  ex- 
pense of  so  much  time  and  treasure,  he  was  em- 


KX  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

ployed  to  fulfill  the  mandate  of  Omnipotence 
against  the  unhappy  Shedaud,  and  to  cut  him 
off  without  a  single  glance  of  the  eye  at  the 
object  of  his  pride  and  ambition.  Azraeil  had 
thus  spoken,  when  a  voice  from  heaven  was 
heard  to  declare,  that  the  same  infant  whom  he 
had  seen  perishing  on  a  plank  amidst  the  billows 
of  the  storm,  was  no  other  than  Shedaud  him- 
self; whom,  after  having  rescued  from  the  perils 
of  the  ocean,  a  gracious  providence  had  success- 
ively elevated  to  wealth  and  splendour,  and  to  a 
degree  of  power  far  beyond  his  coevals.  Never- 
theless, forgetting  the  hand  from  which  he  had 
received  these  transcendent  blessings,  he  became 
a  rebel  towards  his  Maker ;  and  hence,  in  pun- 
ishment of  his  audacious  impiety  and  arrogance, 
be  was  overtaken,  in  the  end,  by  the  just  judg- 
ment of  God. 

It  is  impossible  to  place  confidence  in  the 
great  antiquity  of  this  tradition.  On  the  con- 
trary, it  seems  to  bear  unmistakable  evidence 
of  a  late  origin,  and  even  of  indebtedness  to 
Christian  writings  for  much  of  its  scenery.  I 
cannot  place  its  production  at  a  much  earlier' 
period  than  that  of  Mohammed  himself,  and  the 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xxi 

freedom  with  which  he  used  the  sacred  writings 
may  fully  account  for  this,  and  other  legends 
of  Islam. 

We  are  left  to  marvel  at  the  silence  of  Holy 
Writ  and  the  darkness  in  which  the  chosen 
people  of  God  rested  for  so  many  centuries,  on 
this  subject  of  profoundest  interest  to  man.  It 
is  no  part  of  my  object  now  to  discuss  how  much 
they  did  know  of  it.  We  know  that  they  differed 
about  the  resurrection  of  the  dead,  and  doubt- 
less some  of  those  who  believed  in  the  resur- 
rection believed  also  in  some  sort  of  local 
habitation  for  the  immortals,  while  others  held 
Pantheistic  ideas.  But  the  sacred  books  were 
almost  silent  on  the  subject. 

The  coming  of  Christ  brought  "  life  and  im- 
mortality to  light."  Now  the  Sacred  Scriptures 
begin  to  abound  in  promises  of  the  future  glory 
reserved  for  His  servants.  The  pages  of  the 
Gospels  are  full  of  them.  The  eyes  of  the  dis- 
ciples were  however  not  fully  opened.  Leading 
them  with  Him,  pouring  out  the  treasures  of 
Divine  wisdom  on  their  ever  astonished  minds, 
He  contented  himself  and  them  with  such 
simple  statements  as,  "  In  my  Father's  house  are 


odi  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

many  mansions/7  and  the  sublime  promise,  "  1 
go  to  prepare  a  place  for  you.77  Still  they  did 
not  seem  to  appreciate  the  inheritance  He  prom- 
ised them.  It  was  therefore  with  dim  eyes 
that  they  looked  up  from  the  Mount  of  Olives 
to  the  cloud  that  had  received  Him  departing, 
understanding  but  little  more  than  did  Abraham 
on  Moriah  of  old,  or  David  on  Zion,  where 
could  be  the  place  of  His  abode,- or  the  home 
to  which  He  had  bidden  them.  But  He  had 
promised  a  Spirit  to  "  teach  them  all  things,77 
and  bring  to  their  remembrance  all  that  He 
had  said  to  them.  It  was  under  the  guidance 
of  that  Spirit  that  the  Apostles  published  in 
all  parts  of  the  world  the  assurances  of  ever- 
lasting life,  and  that  life  in  the  New  Jerusalem, 
the  city  of  God.  The  vision  of  immortality 
burst  on  their  eyes  with  a  radiance  which  could 
scarcely  be  comprehended  ;  and  it  is  somewhat 
remarkable  that  none  of  the  Apostles,  not  even 
Paul  himself,  seemed  to  reach  that  perfect  re- 
alization of  the  glory  of  the  future  world  which 
the  Spirit  gave  to  the  beloved  disciple,  John, 
who  lingering  last  of  all  the  twelve,  exiled  on 
Patmos,  waiting  and  praying  for  the  coming  of 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xxiii  ■ 

his  Lord,  beheld  with  clear  vision  the  ineffable 
glory  of  the  New  Jerusalem. 

The  origin  of  the  hymn  which  is  here  pub- 
lished is  of  course  in  the  Apocalypse.  This 
needs  no  elucidation.  Many  of  its  very  words 
and  phrases  may  be  traced  directly  to  that 
source. 

It  would  seem  as  if  the  Fathers  of  the  Church 
received  from  John  the  spirit  of  rejoicing  when 
they  looked  to  the  future  life.  They  preached 
and  wrote  in  the  most  exulting  manner,  cele- 
brating the  glories  of  the  New  City.  The 
whole  character  of  religious  writing,  preaching, 
and  teaching,  felt  the  change  and  gave  evidence 
of  the  new  inspiration.  One  and  another  broke 
forth  into  strains  of  rapturous  description  of 
its  beauty  and  majesty.  Augustine,  more,  per- 
haps than  any  other,  seems  to  have  been  filled 
with  a  holy  fire  when  he  spoke  of  eternal  glory 
and  blessedness. 

There  is  in  all  his  works  more  or  less  of  the 
evidence  that  his  eyes  were  constantly  fixed  on 
the  glories  of  the  Celestial  City,  and  the  un- 
affected but  impassioned  style  in  which  lie  ex- 
pressed his  longings  for  the  joys  it  contains, 


xxiv  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

seems  to  have  given  to  our  hymn  some  of  its 
most  eloquent  passages. 
Thus  he  wrote : 

O  civitas  sancta,  civitas  speciosa,  de  longinquo 
te  saluto,  ad  te  elamo,  te  requiro.  Desidero  enim 
videre  te  et  requiescere  in  te,  sed  non  sinor, 
carne  retentus. 

The  reader  will  not  fail  to  note  in  the  hymn 
of  Hildebert  in  the  Appendix  the  reproduction 
of  some  of  these  words  of  Augustine  : 

Urbs  in  porta  satis  tuto 
De  longinquo  te  saluto, 
Te  saluto,  te  suspiro, 
Te  affecto,  te  requiro. 

And  in  the  hymn  of  Bernard  de  Clugny,  also 
in  the  Appendix,  will  be  found  indications  o? 
his  familiarity  with,  and  inspiration  drawn 
from  the  African  Father.     As  thus  : 

Urbs  Sion  inclyta  turns  et  edita  littore  tuto, 
Te  peto,  te  colo,  te  flagro,  te  volo,  canto,  saluto. 

Very  many  instances  of  this  kind  might  be 
given,  showing  the  genealogy  of  our  hymn,  for 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xxv 

the  same  inspiration  breathes  through  its  lines, 
inherited  through  many  generations  of  sacred 
poems  from  the  Fathers  and  the  Apocalypse  of 
John.  A  favourite  method  with  Augustine  of 
exalting  the  glory,  and  peace,  and  beauty,  of 
the  New  Jerusalem  was  by  a  series  of  strong 
phrases  and  comparisons,  or  contrasts,  which 
are  also  characteristic  of  some  portions  of  our 
hymn.     One  or  two  examples  will  suffice  : 

Absolomis  formositas  esset  in  eterna  gloria 
deformitas.  Asaelis  agilitas  esset  ibi  pigra  tar- 
ditas.  Samsonis  fortitudo  foret  ibi  debilitatis 
invalitudo.  Moysi  sanitas  ibi  esset  infirmitas. 
Augusti  Ccesaris  libertas  esset  in  gloria  eaptivi- 
tas.  Assueri  regis  deliciaa  essent  ibi  miseriae. 
Salomonis  sapientia  ibi  esset  insipientia.  David 
et  Jonathan  amicitise  ibi  essent  inimicitiaa.  Alex- 
ancTri  magni  ampla  pompas  potentia  ibi  esset  an- 
gusta  custodia.  Joseph  in  Egipto  honoris  et 
gloriaa  sublimitas  esset  ibi  declecus  et  vilitas. 
Enoch  et  Helye  vitaa  securitas  esset  ibi  timoris 
anxietas. 

And  again  : 

O  vita  vitaliSj  dulcis  et  amabilis,  et  semper  me 
3 


xxvi  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

morialis!  Ubi  non  est  hostis  impugnans,  ubi 
*  *  *  *  summa  et  certa  securitas,  et  secura 
tranquilitas,  et  tranquilla  jocunditas,  et  jocunda 
felicitas,  et  felix  eternitas,  et  eterna  beatudo ! 

Gregory  affords  us  other  examples  of  the  elo- 
quent style  in  which  many  of  the  Fathers  gave 
utterance  to  the  highest  hopes  and  most  exalted 
anticipations,  by  the  use  of  forcible  repetitions 
and  alliterations.     Thus  he  said  : 

Gloria  quae  nobis  promittitur  multa  est,  magna 
est,  preciosa  est,  diuturna  est;  tarn  multa  est 
que  non  potest  numerari;  tarn  magna  est  que 
non  potest  apprehendi ;  tam  preciosa  est  que  non 
potest  estimari;  tam  diuturna  est  que  non  potest 
finiri. 

And  again,  in  a  passage  which  is  evidently 
the  forerunner,  if  not  the  original,  of  some  of 
the  words  of  our  hymn  : 

Ibi  erit  pax  sine  discordia,  voluntas  sine  inju- 
ria, justicia  sine  mandato,  juventus  sine  senec- 
tute,  decor  sine  deformitate,  vita  sine  morte, 
letitia  sine  conturbatione.  Ibi  carmina  non  de- 
sunt,  proemia  non  deficiunt,  amici  non  moriun- 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM,  xxui 

tur ;  ibi  quicquid  amabitur  aderit :  nee  desidera- 
bitur  quod  non  decuerit. 

The  indebtedness  of  our  hymn  of  the  New 
Jerusalem  to  Gregory  is  probably  greater  and 
more  immediate  than  to  any  other  of  the  Fathers. 
While  brief  extracts,  thoughts,  and  expressions 
seem  to  have  been  gathered  from  time  to  time 
out  of  different  sources  and  brought  together 
in  this  old  song,  we  find  almost  literal  trans- 
lations from  Gregory,  leaving  no  doubt  of  the 
direct  transfer  of  passages.  In  the  twentieth 
and  twenty-first  stanzas  of  the  hymn,  we  find  a 
condensed  translation  of  the  following  passage 
in  one  of  the  Homilies  of  Gregory  : 

Ibi  angelorum  chori,  ibi  societas  supernorum 
civium,  ibi  dulcis  solemnitas  a  peregrinationis 
hujus  tristi  labore  redeuntium :  ibi  providi  pro- 
phet arum  chori :  ibi  index  apostolorum  nume- 
rus  :  ibi  innumerabilium  martyrium  victor  exer- 
citus,  tanto  illic  letior  quanto  durior  hie  afflictus  : 
ibi  confessorum  sciorum  constantia  proemii  sui 
perceptione  consolata  :  ibi  fideles  viri  quos  a  viri- 
litate  suo  robore  voluptas  seculi  non  potuit  emol- 
lire :  ibi  sancta3  mulieres  quae  cum  seculo  etiam 


rxviii  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

sexum  vicerunt ;  ibi  pueri  sui  qui  hie  annos  suos 
moribus  suis  transcenderunt ;  ibi  senes  quos  hie 
astas  debiles  reddidit,  et  tamen  virtus  opis  non 
reliquit. 

These  extracts  must  suffice  for  our  purpose 
to  show  the  ancestry  of  our  hymn.  We  might 
go  further  and  trace  the  genealogy,  word  by 
word  and  line  by  line,  of  a  very  large  portion 
of  it,  through  writers  in  successive  centuries 
and  ages  of  the  Church.  But  rather  than 
weary  the  reader  with  such  a  work,  we  have 
preferred  to  reproduce  in  this  little  volume 
some  of  the  mediasval  hymns  in  which  the 
family  blood  and  spirit  may  be  found.  The 
hymn  of  Hildebert,  and  the  great  song  of 
Bernard,  the  monk  of  Clugny,  are  among  the 
most  notable  of  these  ;  but  while  we  present 
the  former  entire,  we  have  selected  only  a  few 
lines  as  specimens  of  the  three  thousand  which 
Bernard  wrote  On  the  Contempt  of  the 
World.  In  every  age  the  voice  of  the  Chris- 
tian Church  has  found  its  sublimest  utterar  ces 
in  aspirations  like  these.  As  the  Latin  was 
the  language  of  all  the  Church  during  many 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xxix 

centuries,  it  is  not  remarkable  that  the  number 
of  Latin  hymns  of  this  kind  should  be  large. 
There  are,  in  fact,  many  hundred  specially  re- 
ferring to  this  subject,  out  of  many  thousand 
which  remain  to  us  from  the  piety  of  the  Mid- 
dle Ages.  A  mere  glance  at  the  hymns  of 
Hildebert,  of  Bernard,  and  of  Peter  Damian, 
will  show  to  the  reader  the  source  from  which 
many  portions  of  our  hymn  have  been  trans- 
ferred to  the  English. 

It  can  hardly  be  disputed  that  the  hymn, 
"  Oh  Mother  Dear,  Jerusalem,"  is  entitled  to 
that  high  position,  from  its  lineage  and  origin, 
which  we  have  assigned  to  it,  and  that  no 
other  hymn  or  poem  in  the  language,  except 
direct  paraphrases  of  inspired  writings,  can 
show  such  noble  origin,  or  a  gathering  together 
in  one  line  of  so  much  ancestral  glory. 

There  has  been  no  little  discussion  and  dif- 
ference of  opinion  as  to  the  origin  of  the  hymn 
in  our  own  language.  In  this,  however,  we  are 
spared  the  labour  of  investigation,  since  its  his- 
tory has  already  been  compiled  with  great  care 
and  ability  by  another  and  more  able  hand. 

I  was  riding  one  morning,  not  many  years 


xxx  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

ago,  over  the  hills  on  the  north  of  Jerusalem, 
in  company  with  several  friends,  and  as  our 
horses  picked  their  dangerous  way  in  single 
file  up  to  the  rocky  crest  of  a  mountain  ridge, 
I  broke  out  in  loud  voice  chaunting  the  words 
of  this  old  hymn.  Immediately-  behind  me 
rode  a  gentleman  widely  known  and  loved  in 
the  Christian  world,  Rev.  Horatius  Bonar,  D.D., 
the  pastor  at  Kelso  in  Scotland,  an  accom- 
plished scholar,  and  a  poet  especially  fond  of 
views,  distant,  but  always  clear  and  joyous,  of 
the  New  Jerusalem.  Hearing  my  song,  he  at 
once  rode  up,  and  in  the  conversation  which 
ensued,  gave  us  a  store  of  interesting  informa- 
tion about  it,  and  at  length  it  appeared  that 
he  had  written  and  printed  a  monograph  on 
the  subject.  This  little  book,  almost  unknown 
to  the  American  reader,  but  which  ought  to  be 
everywhere  read,  was  published  in  Edinburgh 
in  1852,  and  contains  a  valuable  and  thorough 
history  of  our  hymn,  with  parallel  hymns,  and 
much  learned  and  appreciative  comment  by 
Dr.  Bonar.  I  may  be  pardoned  for  these  per- 
sonal allusions  to  our  meeting,  when  I  add  that 
the  volume  now  presented  to  the  public  was 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xxxi 

prepared  only  as  a  private  memorial  of  that 
pleasant  morning  in  Palestine,  and  was  not  in- 
tended for  publication  until  the  demand  for  it, 
outside  of  the  immediate  circle  for  whom  it 
was  designed,  seemed  to  indicate  that  it  would 
be  acceptable  to  other  readers,  and  would  do 
some  good.  If  Dr.  Bonar's  book  were  acces 
sible  to  American  readers,  I  should  have  been 
very  far  from  attempting  this  edition. 

The  authorship  of  the  hymn  in  English  has 
been  commonly  attributed  to  David  Dickson,  a 
Scotch  clergyman  of  the  Seventeenth  Century. 
A  careful  examination  of  the  authorities,  as 
well  those  cited  by  Dr.  Bonar  as  others, 
leads  to  the  conviction  that  we  are  indebted 
to  Dickson  for  the  present  form  of  the  hymn, 
and  probably  for  a  considerable  portion  of  the 
verses.  It  seems  not  unlikely  that  the  transla- 
tion from  Gregory,  to  which  we  have  directed 
attention,  was  his  work.  But  portions  of  the 
hymn  had  earlier  existence  in  our  language. 
Dr.  Bonar  found  a  manuscript  volume  in  the 
British  Museum  containing  a  portion  of  the 
hymn,  under  the  title,  "  A  Song,  by  F.  B.  P.,  to 
the  Tune  of  Diana  ;"  and  from  his  examination  it 


xxxii  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

is  manifest  that  this  song  (which  will  be  found 
in  the  Appendix)  is  of  earlier  origin  than  the 
time  of  Dickson,  who  was  born  about  A.  d.  1583, 
and  died  in  a.  d.  1662.  It  seems  probable,  on 
a  critical  examination  of  the  hymn,  that  it  has 
received  contributions  from  various  hands,  ad- 
ditions, which  are  mostly  translations  from  the 
Fathers  or  from  mediaeval  Latin  hymns,  having 
been  made  by  one  and  another  author.  So 
entirely  diverse  is  the  style  of  different  stanzas 
that  this  theory  alone  can  explain  it,  and  it  is 
possible  that  David  Dickson  only  put  into  shape 
and  polished  a  little  the  work  of  his  devout 
predecessors.  This,  however,  is  certain,  that 
to  the  noble  Church  of  Scotland  we  owe  this 
hymn  in  its  present  state,  Like  very  much 
more  of  our  devotional  poetry,  it  has  come 
from  the  land  of  martyrs  and  faithful  men, 
bearing  the  evidence  of  its  passage  through 
that  country  in  many  quaint  and  not  ineloquent 
words  and  phrases.  In  the  present  edition,  we 
have  followed  quite  closely  Dr.  Bonar's  copy, 
which  he  reprinted  from  an  old  broadside,  but 
in  some  instances  we  have  corrected  the  read- 
ing3    from   other   ancient   copies,  where  such 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  xxxjii 

changes  seemed  manifestly  proper.  The  ver- 
sions which  exist  are  so  many,  that  a  volume 
would  not  contain  them.  We  have,  however, 
given  a  few  of  these  in  the  Appendix,  by  way 
of  exhibiting  the  use  to  which  the  hymn  has 
been  put  in. the  modern  Churches. 

Its  words,  in  one  or  another  form,  have  been 
the  burden  of  many  exultant  voices  in  many 
ages,  ages  in  which  men  have  experienced  in 
flood  and  flame  the  truth  of  the  words  of  Leo, 
"Non  cantilemis  et  gaudiis,  sed  suspiriis  et 
lachrymis  ad  veram  beatudinem  pervenitur." 
The  dim  vision  of  the  Hebrew  prophet  of  old 
changed  to  the  rapt  glory  of  John's  inspired 
sight ;  and  after  that  the  faith  of  the  Church, 
for  age  after  age,  found  utterance  in  these 
words  of  hope.  The  noblest  of  our  sacred 
songs  in  its  origin,  its  genealogy,  and  its  sub- 
ject, it  will  undoubtedly  continue  to  be  dear  to 
the  lips  of  those  who  are  "  returning  from  the 
sad  labour  of  this  pilgrimage,"  so  long  as  the 
pilgrimage  continues,  and  no  one  of  them  will 
hear  any  thing  to  surpass  it  until  he  shall  hear 
David,  and  Mary,  and  Ambrose  sing  the  new 
Bong  i:i  the  Xew  Citv. 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM ; 

OR, 
THE    SOUL'S    BREATHING   AFTER   HER   HEAVENLY    COUNTRY. 

"  Since  Christ's  fair  truth  needs  no  man's  art, 
Take  this  rude  song  in  better  part."" 

I. 

O  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem ! 

"When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end — 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
O  happy  harbour  of  God's  saints  ! 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 
In  thee  no  sorrows  can  be  found, 

No  grief,  no  care,  no  toil. 

ii. 
In  thee  no  sickness  is  at  all, 

No  hurt  nor  any  sore  ; 
There  is  no  death  nor  ngly  sight, 

But  life  for  evermore. 
No  dimmish  clouds  o'ershadow  thee, 

No  cioud  nor  darksome  night ; 
But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 

For  God  himself  gives  light. 


3 6  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

III. 

There  lust  nor  lucre  cannot  dwell, 

There  envy  bears  no  sway  ; 
There  is  no  hunger,  thirst,  nor  heat, 

But  pleasure  every  way. 
Jerusalem!  Jerusalem! 

Would  God  I  were  in  thee  ! 
Oh  that  my  sorrows  had  an  end, 

Thy  joys  that  I  might  see  ! 

IY. 

No  pains,  no  pangs,  no  grieving  grief, 

No  woful  wight  is  there  ; 
No  sigh,  no  sob,  no  cry  is  heard — 

No  well-away,  no  fear. 
Jerusalem  the  city  is 

Of  God  our  King  alone  ; 
The  Lamb  of  God  the  light  thereof 

Sits  there  upon  His  throne. 


Ah  God  !  that  I  Jerusalem 
With  speed  may  go  behold  ! 

For  why  ?  the  pleasures  there  abound 
With  tongue  cannot  be  told. 


THE  NE  \V  JKR  US  iLEM.  3  7 

Thy  turrets  and  thy  pinnacles, 

With  carbuncles  do  shine, 
With  jasper,  pearl,  and  chrysolite, 

Surpassing  pure  and  fine. 


YI. 


Thy  houses  are  of  ivory, 

Thy  windows  crystal  clear, 
Thy  streets  are  laid  with  beaten  gold — 

There  angels  do  appear. 
Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stones, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond  square, 
Thy  gates  are  made*  of  Orient  pearl — 

O  God,  if  I  were  there  ! 

VII. 

Within  thy  gates  no  thing  can  come 

That  is  not  passing  clean  ; 
No  spider's  web,  no  dirt,  no  dust, 

Xo  filth  may  there  be  seen. 
Jehovah,  Lord,  now  come  away, 

And  end  my  grief  and  plaints  ; 
Take  me  to  Thy  Jerusalem, 

And  place  me  with  Thy  saints, 
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THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 
VIII. 

Who  there  are  crowned  with  glory  great, 

And  see  God  face  to  face  ; 
They  triumph  still  and  aye  rejoice — 

Most  happy  is  their  case. 
But  we  that  are  in  banishment, 

Continually  do  moan ; 
We  sigh,  we  mourn,  we  sob,  we  weep — 

Perpetually  we  groan. 

IX. 

Our  sweetness  mixed  is  with  gall, 

Our  pleasure  is  but  pain, 
Our  joys  not  worth  the  looking  on — 

Our  sorrows  aye  remain. 
But  there  they  live  in  such  delight, 

Such  pleasure  and  such  play, 
That  unto  them  a  thousand  years 

Seem  but  as  yesterday. 


O  my  sweet  home,  Jerusalem  ! 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 
Thy  King  sitting  upon  His  throne, 

And  thy  felicity  ? 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  39 

Thy  vineyards  and  thy  orchards  are 

So  wonderful  and  fair, 
And  furnished  with  trees  and  fruit, 

Most  beautiful  and  rare. 


XI. 


Thy  gardens  and  thy  goodly  walks, 

Continually  are  green ; 
There  grow  such  sweet  and  pleasant  flowers, 

As  no  where  else  are  seen. 
There  cinnamon  and  sugar  grow, 

There  nard  and  balm  abound  ; 
No  tongue  can  tell,  no  heart  can  think, 

The  pleasures  there  are  found. 


XII. 


There  nectar  and  ambrosie  spring — 
There  musk  and  civet  sweet ; 

There  many  a  fair  and  dainty  drug- 
Are  trod  down  under  feet. 
Quite  through  the  streets,  with  pleasant  sound, 
The  flood  of  life  doth  flow; 

Upon  the  banks,  on  every  side, 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 


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XIII. 

These  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fruit- 

For  evermore  they  spring  ; 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  world 

To  thee  their  honours  bring. 
Jerusalem,  God's  dwelling-place, 

Full  sore  I  long  to  see  ; 
Oh  that  my  sorrows  had  an  end, 

That  I  might  dwell  in  thee  ! 

XIV. 

There  David  stands,  with  harp  in  hand, 

As  master  of  the  queir ; 
A  thousand  times  that  man  were  blessed 

That  might  his  music  hear. 
There  Mary  sings  Magnificat, 

With  tunes  surpassing  sweet ; 
And  all  the  virgins  bear  their  part, 

Singing  about  her  feet. 

xv. 

Te  Deum  doth  St.  Ambrose  sing, 

St.  Austin  doth  the  like  ; 
Old  Simeon  and  Zacharie 

Have  not  their  sono;s  to  seek. 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

There  Magdalene  hath  left  her  moan, 
And  cheerfully  doth  sing, 

With  all  blest  saints  whose  harmony- 
Through  every  street  doth  ring. 


XVI. 

Jerusalem !  Jerusalem ! 

Thy  joys  fain  would  I  see ; 
Come  quickly,  Lord,  and  end  my  grief, 

And  take  me  home  to  Thee  ! 
Oh  print  Thy  name  in  my  forehead, 

And  take  me  hence  away, 
That  I  may  dwell  with  Thee  in  bliss, 

And  sing  Thy  praises  aye  ! 

XVII. 

Jerusalem,  thrice  happy  seat ! 

Jehovah's  throne  on  high  ! 
O  sacred  city,  queen,  and  wife 

Of  Christ  eternally  ! 
O  comely  queen,  with  glory  clad, 

"With  honour  and  degree, 
All  fair  thou  art,  exceeding  bright — 

No  spot  there  is  in  thee. 


4i 


4.2  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

XYIII. 

I  long  to  see  Jerusalem, 

The  comfort  of  us  all ; 
For  thou  art  fair  and  beautiful —  • 

None  ill  can  thee  befall. 
Tn  thee,  Jerusalem,  I  say, 

No  darkness  dare  appear  ; 
No  night,  no  shade,  no  winter  foul— 

No  time  doth  alter  there. 

XIX. 

No  candle  needs,  no  moon  to  shine, 

No  glittering  stars  to  light ; 
For  Christ,  the  King  of  Righteousness, 

There  ever  shineth  bright. 
The  Lamb  unspotted,  white  and  pure, 

To  thee  doth  stand  in  lieu 
Of  light — so  great  the  glory  is 

Thine  heavenly  King  to  view. 

xx. 

He  is  the  King  of  kings,  beset 
In  midst  His  servants'  sight ; 

And  they,  His  happy  household  all 
Do  serve  Him  day  and  night. 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  ^ 

There,  there  the  queir  of  angels  sing  ; 

There  the  supernal  sort 
Of  citizens,  which  hence  are  rid 

From  clangers  deep,  do  sport. 


XXI. 


There  be  the  prudent  prophets  all, 

The  apostles  six  and  six, 
The  glorious  martyrs  in  a  row, 

And  confessors  betwixt. 
There  doth  the  crew  of  righteous  men 

And  matrons  all  consist ; 
Young  men  and  maids  that  here  on  earth 

Their  pleasures  did  resist. 


XXII. 


The  sheep  and  lambs  that  hardly  'scaped 

The  snares  of  death  and  hell, 
Triumph  in  joy  eternally, 

Whereof  no  tongue  can  tell ; 
And  though  the  glory  of  each  one 

Doth  differ  in  degree, 
Yet  is  the  joy  of  all  alike 

And  common,  as  we  see. 


44.  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

xxin. 

There  love  and  charity  do  reign, 

And  Christ  is  all  in  all, 
Whom  they  most  perfectly  behold 

In  joy  celestial. 
They  love,  they  praise — they  praise,  they  love  ; 

They  "holy,  holy,"  cry; 
They  neither  toil,  nor  faint,  nor  end, 

But  laud  continually. 

XXIV. 

Oh  happy  thousand  times  were  I, 

If,  after  wretched  days, 
I  nnVht  with  listening  ears  conceive 

Those  heavenly  songs  of  praise, 
Which  to  the  eternal  King  are  sung 

By  happy  wights  above — 
By  saved  souls  and  angels  sweet, 

Who  love  the  God  of  Love  ! 

xxv. 

Oh  passing  happy  were  my  state, 

Might  I  be  worthy  found 
To  wait  upon  my  God  and  King, 

His  praises  there  to  sound  ; 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  £ 

And  to  enjoy  my  Christ  above, 

His  favour  and  His  grace, 
According  to  His  promise  made, 

Which  here  I  interlace. 


XXVI. 

"  O  Father  dear,"  quoth  He,  "  let  them 

Which  Thou  hast  put  of  old 
To  me,  be  there  where,  lo,  I  am, 

Thy  glory  to  behold  ; 
Which  I  with  Thee  before  the  world 

Was  made,  in  perfect  wise, 
Have  had  ;  from  whence  the  fountain  great 

Of  glory  doth  arise." 

XXVII. 

Again  :  "  If  any  man  will  serve 

Then  let  liim  follow  me  ; 
For  where  I  am,  be  thou,  right  sure, 

There  shall  my  servant  be." 
And  still :  "  If  any  man  love  me, 

Him  loves  my  Father  dear ; 
Whom  I  do  love,  to  him  myself 

In  glory  wiU  appear." 


4.6  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

XXVIII. 

Lord,  take  away  my  misery, 

That  there  I  may  behold 
With  Thee  in  Thy  Jerusalem, 

What  here  cannot  be  told. 
And  so  in  Zion  see  my  King, 

My  Love,  my  Lord,  my  All ; 
Whom  now  as  in  a  glass  I  see, 

There  face  to  face  I  shall. 

XXIX. 

Oh  !  blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart, 

Their  Sovereign  they  shall  see ; 
And  the  most  holy  heavenly  host, 

Who  of  His  household  be  ! 
O  Lord,  with  speed  dissolve  my  bands, 

These  gins  and  fetters  strong  ; 
For  I  have  dwelt  within  the  tents 

Of  Kedar  overlong ! 

XXX. 

Yet  search  me,  Lord,  and  find  me  out, 

Fetch  me  Thy  fold  unto, 
That  all  Thy  angels  may  rejoice, 

While  all  Thy  will  I  do. 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM.  4.7 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem  ! 

"When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end — 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

XXXI. 

Yet  once  again  I  pray  Thee,  Lord, 

To  quit  me  from  all  strife, 
That  to  thine  hill  I  may  attain, 

And  dwell  there  all  my  life, 
With  cherubims  and  seraphims 

And  holy  souls  of  men, 
To  sing  Thy  praise,  O  God  of  Hosts ! 

For  ever,  and  Amen ! 


APPENDIX. 


APPENDIX. 


i. 

HYMN    OF    HILDEBERT, 


OEATTO  DEYOTISSLUA 

AD  TRES  PEESONAS  SANCTISSIM^E  TRINITATIS. 


EILDEBERT   WAS    BISHOP    OF    MANS    AND    ARCHBISHOP   OF    T0^tt9 
IN    THE   EARLY   PART   OF    THE   TWELFTH    CENTURY".! 


AD    PATREM. 

Alpha  et  Q,  magne  Deus  ! 
Eli  !  Eli !  Deus  meus, — 
Cujus  virtus,  totum  posse  ; 
Cujus  sensus,  totum  nosse  ; 
Cujus  esse,  summum  bonum  ; 
Cujus  opus,  quicquid  bonum. 

Super  cuncta,  subter  cuncta  ; 
Extra  cuncta,  intra  cuncta. 

Intra  cuncta,  nee  inclusus  ; 
Extra  cuncta,  nee  exclusus  ; 
Super  cuncta,  nee  elatus  , 
Subter  cuncta,  nee  substratus. 

Super  totus,  pra?sidendo ; 
Subter  totus,  sustinendo ; 

(51) 


52 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Extra  totus,  complectendo ; 
Intra  totus  es  implendo. 

Intra,  nunquam  coarctaris ; 
Extra,  nunquam  dilataris ; 
Super,  nullo  sustentaris ; 
Subter,  nullo  fatigaris. 

Munduin  movens,  non  moveris  ; 
Locum  tenens,  non  teneris  ; 
Tempus  mutans,  non  mutaris ; 
Vaga  firmans,  non  vagaris. 
Vis  externa,  vel  necesse, 
Non  alternat  tuum  esse. 

Heri  nostrum,  eras  et  pridem, 
Semper  tibi  nunc  et  idem. 
Tuum,  Deus,  hodiernum 
Indivisum,  sempiternum ; 
In  hoc,  totum  prasvidisti, 
Totum  simul  perfecisti 
Ad  exemplar  summa3  mentis, 
Formam  prasstans  elementis. 

AD    F  ILIUM. 

Nate,  Patri  coa3qualis, 
Patri  consubstantialis, 
Patris  splendor,  et  figura, 
Factor  factus  creatura, 
Carnem  nostram  induisti, 
Causam  nostram  suscepisti. 


APPENDIX. 

Seinpiternus,  temporalis ; 
Moriturus,  iinmortalis ; 
Yerus  homo,  verus  Deus  ; 
Impermixtns  Homo-Deus. 
Non  conversus  hie  in  carnem, 
ISTec  minutus  j>ropter  earnem  ; 
Hie  assumptus  est  in  Deum, 
Nee  consumptus  propter  Deum  ; 
Patri  compar  deitate, 
Minor  carnis  veritate. 
Deus  pater  tantum  Dei, 
Virgo  mater  est,  sed  Dei. 

In  tarn  nova  ligatura 
Sic  utraque  stat  natura, 
Ut  conservet  quicquid  erat, 
Facta  quiddam  quod  non  erat. 

Noster  iste  Mediator, 
Iste  noster  legis  dator  ; 
Circumcisus,  baptizatus, 
Crucifixus,  tumulatus, 
Obdormivit,  et  descendit, 
Resurrexit,  et  ascendit ; 
Sic  ad  ccelos  elevatus, 
Judicabit  judicatus. 

AD    SPIRITUM. 
Paracletus,  increatus, 
Neque  factus,  neque  natus, 


S3 


S4 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Patri  consors  gcnitoque, 
Si  procedit  ab  utroque, 
Ne  sit  minor  potestate, 
Nee  discretus  qualitate. 
Quanti  illi,  tantus  iste  ; 
Quales  illi,  talis  iste  ; 
Ex  quo  illi,  tanto  iste ; 
Semper  illi,  semper  iste. 

Pater  alter,  sed  gignendo  ; 
Natus  alter,  sed  nascendo  ; 
Flamen,  ab  his  procedendo  ; 
Tres  sunt  unum,  subsistendo. 
Quisque  trium  plenus  Deus  ; 
Non  tres  tamen  dii,  sed  Deus 
In  hoc  Deo,  Deo  vero, 
Tres  et  unum  assevero  ; 
Dans  usioe  [ovoid\  unitatem, 
Et  personis  trinitatem. 

In  personis,  nulla  prior, 
Nulla  major,  nulla  minor; 
Unaquaeque  semper  ipsa, 
Sic  est  constans  atque  fixa, 
Ut  nee  in  se  varietur, 
Nee  in  ullarn  transmutetur. 

Hsec  est  fides  orthodoxa, 
Non  hie  error  sine  noxa, 
Sicut  dico,  sic  et  credo, 
Nee  in  pravam  partem  cedo : 


APPENDIX. 

Inde  venit,  bone  Deus, 
Xe  desperem,  quamvis  reus, 
Reus  mortis,  non  clespero, 
Sed  in  morte  vitam  qusero. 
Quo  te  placem,  nil  proctendo 
Xisi  fidem  quam  ostenclo. 
Fidem  vides, — hac  imploro, 
Leva  fascem  quo  laboro  ; 
Per  hoc  sacrum  cataplasma 
Convalescat  segrum  plasma. 

Extra  portam  jam  delatum, 
Jam  fcetentem,  tumulatum, 
Yitta  ligat,  lapis  urget ; 
Sed  si  jubes,  hie  resurget. 
Jube !  lapis  revolvetur, 
Jube  !  vitta  dirumpetur ; — 
Exiturus  nescit  moras, 
Postquam  clamas  "  Exi  foras  • 

In  hoc  salo,  mea  ratis 
Infestatur  a  piratis : 
Hinc  assultus,  inde  fluctus ; 
Hinc  et  inde,  mors  et  luctus ; 
Sed  tu,  bone  nauta,  veni  ; 
Preme  ventos,  mare  leni ; 
Fac  abscedant  hi  piratse, 
Due  ad  portum,  salva  rate. 

Infoecunda  mea  ficus ; 
Cujus  ramus,  ramus  siccus, 


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Incidetur,  incendetur, 

Si  promulgas  quod  meretur. 

Sed  hoc  anno  dimittatur, 

Stercoretur,  fodiatur ; 

Quod  si  necdum  respondebit, — 

Flens  hoc  loquor, — tunc  ardebit. 

Yetus  hostis  in  rne  furit, 
Aquis  mersat,  flammis  urit ; 
Inde  languens,  et  affiictus, 
Tibi  soli  sum  relictus. 
Ut  infirmus  convalescat, 
XJt  hie  hostis  evanescat, 
Tu  virtutem  jejunandi, 
Des  infirmo,  des  orandi ; 
Per  hsec  duo,  Christo  teste, 
Liberabor  ab  hac  peste. 
Ab  hac  peste  solve  mentem, 
Fac  devotum,  pocnitentem ; 
Da  timorem,  quo  projecto, 
De  salute  nil  conjecto  ; 
Da  fidem,  spein,  caritatem  ; 
Da  discretam  pietatem ; 
Da  contemptum  terrenorum, 
Appetituni  supernorum. 

Totum,  Deus,  in  te  spero, 
Deus,  ex  te  totum  qusero  ; — 
Tu  laus  mea,  meum  bonum  ; 
Mea  cuncta  tuum  donum. 


APPENDIX. 

Tu  solanien  in  labore  ; 
Medicamen  in  languore ; 
Tu  in  luctu  mea  lyra, 
Tu  lenimen  es  in  ira ; 
Tu  in  arcto  liberator ; 
Tu  in  lapsu  relevator : 
Metum  prsestas  in  provectu ; 
Spem  conservas  in  defectu ; 
Si  quis  laedit,  tu  rependis ; 
Si  minatur  tu  defendis  ; 
Quod  est  anceps,  tu  dissolvis ; 
Quod  tegendum,  tu  involvis. 

Tu  intrare  me  non  sinas 
Infernales  officinas, 
Ubi  moeror,  ubi  metus  ; 
Ubi  foetor,  ubi  fletus  ; 
Ubi  probra  deteguntur, 
Ubi  rei  confunduntur, 
Ubi  tortor  semper  caedens, 
Ubi  vermis  semper  edens  ; — 
Ubi  totum  hoc  perenne, 
Quia  perpes  mors  gehenna*. 

Me  receptet  Sion  ilia, 
Sion  David,  urbs  tranquilla, 
Cnjus  faber,  auctor  lucis  ; 
Cujus  portse,  lignum  crucis 
Cujus  claves,  lingua  Petri ; 
Cnjus  cives,  semper  loeti ; 


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5 8  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM 

Cujus  muri,  lapis  yivus  ; 
Cujos  custos,  Rex  festivus. 

In  hac  urbe,  lux  solemnis ; 
Yer  seternum,  pax  perennis ; 
In  hac,  odor  implens  cselos, 
In  hac,  semper  festum  melos. 
Non  est  ibi  corruptela, 
Non  defectus,  non  querela, 
ISTon  minuti,  non  deformes, — 
Onines  Christo  sunt  conformes. 

Urbs  coelestis !  urbs  beata  ! 
Super  petram  collocata  ; — 
Urbs  in  portu  satis  tuto, 
De  longinquo,  te  saluto  ; — 
Te  saluto,  te  suspiro, 
Te  affecto,  te  requiro. 
Quantum  tui  gratulentur, 
Quam  festive  conviventur ; 
Quis  affectus  eos  stringat, 
Aut  quae  gemma  muros  pingat, 
Quis  chalcedon,  quis  jacynthus,- 
Norunt  illi  qui  sunt  intus. 

In  plateis  hujus  urbis, 
Sociatus  piis  turbis, 
Cum  Moyse  et  Elija 
Pium  cantem  Halleluia  I 


APPENDIX.  59 

II. 

LAUS    PATRIAE    COELESTIS. 


[AX    EXTRACT   FROM    THE   HYMN   OP   BERNARD    DE  CLUGNY,  OX   THE 
CONTEMPT    OF   THIS    WORLD — TWELFTH    CENTURY.] 


Hie   breve  vivitur,  hie  breve   plangitur,  liic   breve 

fletur ; 
ISTon  breve  vivere,  non  breve  plangere  retribuetur ; 
O  retributio  !  stat  brevis  actio,  vita  perennis  ; 
O  retributio  !  ccelica  rnansio  stat  lue  plenis  ; 
Quid   datur  et   quibus  ?    aether  egentibus  et    cruce 

dignis, 
Sidera  vermibus,  optima  sontibus,  astra  malignis. 
Sunt  mod6  prselia,  postmodo  praemia  ;  qualia  ?  plena, 
Plena  refectio,  nullaque  passio,  nullaque  poena . 
Spe  modo  vivitur,  et  Syon  angitur  a  Babylone  ; 
Nunc  tribulatio  ;  tunc  recreatio,  sceptra,  coronae  , 
Tunc  nova  gloria  pectora  sobria  clarificabit, 
Solvet  enigmata,  veraque  sabbata  continuabit. 
Liber  et  hostibus,  et  dorninantibus  ibit  Hebraeus ; 
Liber  habebitur  et  celebrabitur  hinc  jubila3iis. 
Patria  luminis,  inscia  turbinis,  inscia  litis, 
Cive  replebitur,  amplificabitur  Israelitis  ; 
Patria  splendida,  terraque  florida,  libera  spinis, 
Danda  Udelibus  est  ibi  civibus,  hie  peregrinis. 


6o  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Tunc  erit  omnibus  inspicientibus  ora  Tonantis 
Summa  potentia,  plena  scientia,  pax  pia  Sanctis ; 
Pax  sine  crimine,  pax  sine  turbine,  pax  sine  rixa, 
Meta  laboribus,  atque  tuniultibus  anchora  fixa. 
Pars  niea  Rex  rneus,  in  proprio  Deus  ipse  decore 
Visus  amabitur,  atque  videbitur  Auctor  in  ore. 
Tunc  Jacob  Israel,  et  Lia  tunc  Rachel  efficietur, 
Tunc  Syon  atria  pulcraque  patria  perficietur. 

O  bona  Patria,  Inmina  sobria  te  speculantur, 
Ad  tua  nomina  lumina  sobria  collacrymantur ; 
Est  tua  mcntio  pectoris  unctio,  cura  doloris, 
Concrpientibus  aethera  rnentibus  ignis  amoris. 
Tu  locus  unicus,  illeque  coelicus  es  paradisus, 
Non  ibi  lacryma,  sed  placidissima  guadia,  risus. 
Est  ibi  consita  laurus,  et  insita  cedrus  hysopo  ; 
Sunt  radiantia  jaspide  msenia,  clara  jDyropo  : 
Hinc  tibi  sardius,  inde  topazius,  hinc  amethystus  ; 
Est  tua  fabrica  concio  coelica,  gemmaque  Christus. 
Tu  sine  littore,  tu  sine  tempore,  fons  modo  rivus, 
Dulce  bonis  sapis,  estque  tibi  lapis  undique  yivus. 
Est  tibi  laurea,  dos  datur  aurea,  sponsa  decora, 
Primaque  Principis  oscula  suscipis,  inspicis  ora : 
Candida  lilia,  viva  monilia  sunt  tibi,  Sponsa, 
Agnus  adest  tibi,  Sponsus  adest  tibi,  lux  speciosa : 
Tota  negocia,  cantica  dulcia  dulce  tonare, 
Tarn  mala  debita,  quam  bona  proabita  conjubilare. 


APPENDIX.  6\ 

Urbs  Syon  aurea,  patrea  lactea,  cive  decora, 
Ornne  cor  obruis,  omnibus  obstruis  et  cor  et  ora. 
Nescio,  nescio,  quae  jubilatio,  lux  tibi  qualis, 
Quam  socialia  gaudia,  gloria  quam  specialis : 
Laude  studens  ea  tollere,  mens  mea  victa  fatiscit : 
0  bona  gloria,  vincor ;  in  omnia  laus  tua  vicit. 
Sunt  Syon  atria  conjubilantia,  martyre  plena, 
Cive  micantia,  Principe  stantia,  luce  serena  : 
Est  ibi  pascua,  mitibus  afflua,  proestita  Sanctis, 
Regis  ibi  thronus,  agminis  et  sonus  est  epulantis. 
Gens  duce  splendida,  concio  Candida  vestibus  albis 
Sunt  sine  fletibus  in  Syon  sedibus,  sedibus  almis ; 
Sunt  sine  crimine,  sunt  sine  turbine,  sunt  sine  lite 
In  Syon  aedibus  editioribus  Israelite. 
Urbs  Syon  inclyta,  gloria  debita  glorificandis, 
Tu  bona  visibus  interioribus  intima  pandis  : 
Intima  lumina,  mentis  acumina  te  speculantur, 
Pectora  flammea  spe  modo,  postea  sorte  lucrantur. 
Urbs  Syon  unica,  mansio  mystica,  condita  ccslo, 
Nunc  tibi  gaudeo,  nunc  mihi  lugeo,  tristor,  anlielo  : 
Te  quia  corpore  non  queo,  pectore  ssepe  penetro, 
Sed  caro  terrea,  terraque  carnea,  mox  cado  retro 
Nemo  retexere,  nemoque  promere  sustinet  ore, 
Quo  tua  maenia,  quo  capitalia  plena  decore  ; 
Opprimit  omne  cor  ille  tuus  decor,  o  Syon,  o  pax, 
Urbs  sine  tempore,  nulla  potest  fore  laus  tibi  menclax 
0  sine  luxibus,  o  sine  luctibus,  o  sine  lite 
Splendida  curia,  florida  patria,  patria  vitas  ! 
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62  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Urbs  Syon  inclyta,  turris  et  eclita  littorcrtuto, 
Te  peto,  te  colo,  te  flagro,  te  volo,  canto,  saluto ; 
Nee  meritis  peto,  nam  meritis  meto  morte  perire, 
Nee  reticens  tego,  quod  meritis  ego  filius  irse  ; 
Vita  quidem  mea,  vita  nimis  rea,  mortua  vita, 
Quippe  reatibus  exitialibus  obruta,  trita. 
Spe  tamen  ambulo,  praamia  postulo  speque  fideque, 
Ilia  perennia  postulo  praemia  nocte  dieque. 
Me  Pater  optimus  atque  piissimiis  ille  creavit ; 
In  lue  pertulit,  ex  lue  sustulit,  a  lue  lavit. 
Gratia  coelica  sustinet  unica  toiius  orbis, 
Parcere  sordibus,  interioribus  unctio  morbis  ; 
Diluit  omnia  coelica  gratia,  fons  David  undans 
Omnia  diluit,  omnibus  affluit,  omnia  mundans ; 
O  pia  gratia,  celsa  palatia  cernere  prsesta, 
Ut  videam  bona,  festaque  consona,  coelica  festa. 
O  mea,  spes  mea,  tu  Syon  aurea,  clarior  auro, 
Agmine  splendida,  stans  duce,  florida  perpete  lauro, 
O  bona  patria,  num.  tua  gaudia  teque  videbo  ? 
O  bona  patria,  num  tua  praemia  plena  tenebo  ? 
Die  mihi,  flagito,  verbaque  reddito,  dieque,  videbis. 
Spem  solidam  gero ;  remne  tenens  ero  ?  die,  Rctinebia 
O  sacer,  o  pius,  o  ter  et  amplius  ille  beatus, 
Cui  sua  pars  Deus,  0  miser,  o  reus  htic  viduatus. 


APPENDIX.  63 


IIL 


THE  CELESTIAL  COUNTRY. 

[A  TRANSLATION  OF  PART  OF  THE  HYMN  OF  BERNARD  JE  CLUGNt 
BY  REV.  J.  M.  NEALE,  D.  D.,  WARDEN  OF  SACKVILLE  COLLEGE.] 

The  world  is  very  evil ; 

The  times  are  waxing  late  : 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil ; 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate : 
The  Judge  That  comes  in  mercy, 

The  Judge  That  comes  with  might, 
To  terminate  the  evil, 

To  diadem  the  right. 
When  the  just  and  gentle  Monarch 

Shall  summon  from  the  tomb, 
Let  man,  the  guilty,  tremble, 

For  Man,  the  God,  shall  doom. 
Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed  ; 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead. 


64  1HE  NJSW  JER U SALEM. 

To  the  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

That  knows  nor  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  one. 
And  when  the  Sole-Begotten 

Shall  render  up  once  more 
The  kingdom  to  the  Father 

Whose  own  it  w^as  before, — 
Then  glory  yet  unheard  of 

Shall  shed  abroad  its  ray, 
Resolving  all  enigmas, 

An  endless  Sabbath-day. 
Then,  then  from  his  oppressors 

The  Hebrew  shall  go  free, 
And  celebrate  in  triumph 

The  year  of  Jubilee  ; 
And  the  sunlit  Land  that  recks  not 

Of  tempest  nor  of  fight, 
Shall  fold  within  its  bosom 

Each  happy  Israelite : 
The  Home  of  fadeless  splendour, 

Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn, 
Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children, 

Who  here  as  exiles  mourn. 
Midst  power  that  knows  no  limit, 

And  wisdom  free  from  bound, 
The  Beatific  Vision 

Shall  glad  the  Saints  around  : 


APPENDIX, 

The  peace  of  all  the  faithful, 

The  calm  of  all  the  blest, 
Inviolate,  unvaried, 

Divinest,  sweetest,  best. 
Yes,  peace  !  for  war  is  needless, — 

Yes,  calm  !  for  storm  is  past, — 
And  goal  from  finished  labour, 

And  anchorage  at  last. 
That  peace — but  who  may  claim  it  ? 

The  guileless  in  their  way, 
Who  keep  the  ranks  of  battle, 

Who  mean  the  thinp;  they  say : 
The  peace  that  is  for  heaven, 

And  shall  be  for  the  earth  : 
The  palace  that  re-echoes 

With  festal  song  and  mirth  ; 
The  garden,  breathing  spices, 

The  paradise  on  high  ; 
Grace  beautified  to  glory, 

Unceasing  minstrelsy. 
There  nothing  can  be  feeble, 

There  none  can  ever  mourn, 
There  nothing  is  divided, 

There  nothing  can  be  torn  .- 
'T  is  fury,  ill,  and  scandal, 

'T  is  peaceless  peace  below ; 
Peace,  endless,  strifeless,  ageless, 

The  halls  of  Syon  know  : 


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66  THE  NE  W  JER  U SALEM. 

0  happy,  holy  portion, 

Refection  for  the  blest ; 
True  vision  of  true  beauty, 

Sweet  cure  of  all  distrest ! 
Strive,  man,  to  win  that  glory ; 

Toil,  man,  to  gain  that  light ; 
Send  hope  before  to  grasp  it, 

Till  hope  be  lost  in  sight : 
Till  Jesus  gives  the  portion 

Those  blessed  souls  to  fill, 
The  insatiate,  yet  satisfied, 

The  full,  yet  craving  still. 
That  fulness  and  that  craving 

Alike  are  free  from  pain, 
Where  thou,  midst  heavenly  citizens, 

A  home  like  theirs  shalt  gain. 
Here  is  the  warlike  trumpet ; 

There,  life  set  free  from  sin ; 
When  to  the  last  Great  Supper 

The  faithful  shall  come  in : 
When  the  heavenly  net  is  laden, 

With  fishes  many  and  great ; 
So  glorious  in  its  fulness, 

Yet  so  inviolate : 
And  the  perfect  from  the  shattered, 

And  the  fall'n  from  them  that  stand, 
And  the  sheep -flock  from  the  goat-herd 

Shall  part  on  either  hand  : 


APPENDIX.  67 

And  these  shall  pass  to  torment, 

And  those  shall  triumph,  then  ; 
The  new  peculiar  nation, 

Blest  number  of  blest  men. 
Jerusalem  demands  them : 

They  paid  the  price  on  earth, 
And  now  shall  reap  the  harvest 

In  blissfulness  and  mirth : 
The  glorious  holy  people, 

"Who  evermore  relied 
Upon  their  Chief  and  Father, 

The  King,  the  Crucified  # 
The  sacred  ransomed  number 

Now  bright  with  endless  sheen, 
Who  made  the  Cross  their  watchword 

Of  Jesus  Nazarene  : 
Who,  fed  with  heavenly  nectar, 

Where  soul-like  odours  play, 
Draw  out  the  endless  leisure 

Of  that  long  vernal  day : 
And  through  the  sacred  lilies, 

And  flowers  on  every  side, 
The  happy  dear-bought  people 

Go  wandering  far  and  wide. 
Their  breasts  are  filled  with  gladness, 

Their  mouths  are  tun'd  to  praise, 
What  time,  now  safe  for  ever, 

On  former  sins  they  gaze  : 


68  THE  NEW  JER  USALEM. 

The  fouler  was  the  error, 

The  sadder  was  the  fall, 
■        The  ampler  are  the  praises 

Of  Him  Who  pardoned  alL 
Their  one  and  only  anthem, 

The  fulness  of  His  love, 
Who  gives  instead  of  torment, 

Eternal  joys  abovo : 
Instead  of  torment,  glory  ; 

Instead  of  death,  that  life 
Wherewith,  your  happy  Country, 

True  Israelites  !  is  rife. 


Brief  life  is  here  our  portion  ; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
0  happy  retribution  ! 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest ; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest ! 
That  we  should  look,  poor  wand'rers, 

To  have  our  home  on  high  ! 
That  worms  should  seek  for  dwellings 

Beyond  the  starry  sky ! 
To  all  one  happy  guerdon 

Of  one  celestial  grace ; 


ARPEXDIX.  60 

For  all,  for  all,  who  mourn  their  fall, 

Is  one  eternal  place  : 
And  martyrdom  hath  roses 

Upon  that  heavenly  ground  : 
And  white  and  virgin  lilies 

For  virgin-souls  abound. 
There  grief  is  turned  to  pleasure ; 

Such  pleasure,  as  below 
No  human  voice  can  utter, 

No  human  heart  can  know  : 
And  after  fleshly  scandal, 

And  after  this  world's  night, 
And  after  storm  and  whirlwind, 

Is  calm,  and  joy,  and  light. 
And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 
Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown : 
And  now  we  watch  and  struggle, 

And  now  we  live  in  hope, 
And  Syon,  in  her  anguish, 

With  Babylon  must  cope  : 
But  He  Whom  now  we  trust  in 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known, 
And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 

Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 
The  miserable  pleasures 

Of  the  body  shall  decay  : 


7o 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

The  bland  and  flattering  struggles 

Of  the  flesh  shall  pass  away : 
And  none  shall  there  be  jealous ; 

And  none  shall  there  contend : 
Fraud,  clamour,  guile — what  say  I  ? 

All  ill,  all  ill  shall  end  ! 
And  there  is  David's  Fountain, 

And  life  in  fullest  glow, 
And  there  the  light  is  golden, 

And  milk  and  honey  flow  : 
The  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

The  health  that  hath  no  sore, 
The  life  that  hath  no  ending, 

But  lasteth  evermore. 


There  Jesus  shall  embrace  us, 

There  Jesus  be  embraced, — 
That  spirit's  food  and  sunshine 

Whence  earthly  love  is  chased. 
Amidst  the  happy  chorus, 

A  place,  however  low, 
Shall  shew  Him  us,  and  shewing, 

Shall  satiate  evermo. 
By  hope  we  struggle  onward, 

While  here  we  must  be  fed 
By  milk,  as  tender  infants, 

But  there  by  Living  Bread. 


APPENDIX. 

The  night  was  full  of  terror, 

The  morn  is  bright  with  gladness : 
The  Cross  becomes  our  harbour, 

And  wTe  triumph  after  sadness  : 
And  Jesus  to  His  true  ones 

Brings  trophies  fair  to  see  : 
And  Jesus  shall  be  loved,  and 

Beheld  in  Galilee : 
Beheld,  when  morn  shall  waken, 

And  shadows  shall  decay, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day : 
And  every  ear  shall  hear  it; — 

Behold  thy  King's  array  : 
Behold  thy  God  in  beauty, 

The  Law  hath  past  away  ! 
Yes  !  God  my  King  and  Portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
We  then  shall  see  for  ever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 
Then  Jacob  into  Israel, 

From  earthlier  self  estranged, 
And  Leah  into  Rachel 

For  ever  shall  be  changed : 
Then  all  the  halls  of  Syon 

For  aye  shall  be  complete, 
And,  in  the  Land  of  Beauty, 

All  things  of  beautv  meet. 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

For  thee,  0  dear,  clear  Country ! 

Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep  ; 
For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep  : 
The  mention  of  thy  glory 

Is  unction  to  the  breast, 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 

And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 
0  one,  0  onely  Mansion  ! 

O  Paradise  of  Joy  ! 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy  ; 
Beside  thy  living  waters 

All  plants  are,  great  and  small, 
The  cedar  of  the  forest, 

The  hyssop  of  the  wall : 
"With  jaspers  glow  thy  bulwarks  ; 

Thy  streets  with  emeralds  blaze ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays : 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced  : 
Thy  Saints  build  up  its  fabric, 

And  the  corner  stone  is  Christ. 
The  Cross  is  all  thy  splendour, 

The  Crucified  thy  praise  : 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise  : 


APPENDIX. 

Jesus,  the  Gem  of  Beauty, 

True  God  and  Man,  they  sing : 
The  never-failing  Garden, 

The  ever-golden  Ring : 
The  Door,  the  Pledge,  the  Husband, 

The  Guardian  of  his  Court  : 
The  Day-star  of  Salvation, 

The  Porter  and  the  Port. 
Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ! 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ! 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away  ! 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower : 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower  : 
Thou  feel'st  in  mystic  rapture, 

0  Bride  that  know'st  no  guile, 
The  Prince's  sweetest  kisses, 

The  Prince's  loveliest  smile  ; 
Unfading  lilies,  bracelets 

Of  living  pearl  thine  own  ; 
The  Lamb  is  ever  near  thee, 

The  Bridegroom  thine  alone  ; 
The  Crown  is  He  to  guerdon, 

The  Buckler  to  protect, 
And  He  Himself  the  Mansion 

And  He  the  Vrchitcct. 


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74 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

The  only  art  thou  needest, 

Thanksgiving  for  thy  lot : 
The  only  joy  thou  seekest, 

The  Life  where  Death  is  not : 
And  all  thine  endless  leisure 

In  sweetest  accents  sings, 
The  ill  that  was  thy  merit, — 

The  wealth  that  is  thy  King's  I 


Jerusalem  the  golden, 

With  milk  and  honey  blest, 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  oppressed  : 
I  know  not,  O  I  know  not, 

What  social  joys  are  there  ; 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare  ! 
And  when  I  fain  would  sing  them, 

My  spirit  fails  and  faints  ; 
And  vainly  would  it  image 

The  assembly  of  the  Saints. 
They  stand,  those  halls  of  Syon, 

Conjubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng  : 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them  ; 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 


APPENDIX. 

The  pastures  of  the  Blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 
There  is  the  Throne  of  David, — 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast ; 
And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
For  ever  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white  ! 


O  holy,  placid  harp-notes 

Of  that  eternal  hymn  ! 
O  sacred,  sweet  refection, 

And  peace  of  Seraphim  ! 
0  thirst,  for  ever  ardent, 

Yet  evermore  content ! 
O  true  peculiar  vision 

Of  God  cunctipotent ! 
Ye  know  the  many  mansions 

For  many  a  glorious  name, 
And  divers  retributions 

That  divers  meri  ts  claim  : 
For  midst  the  constellations 

That  deck  our  earthly  sky, 
This  star  than  that  is  brighter, — 

And  so  it  is  on  high. 


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j6  THE  NEW  JER U SALEM. 

Jerusalem  the  glorious ! 

The  glory  of  the  Elect ! 
0  dear  and  future  vision 

That  eager  hearts  expect : 
Even  now  by  faith  I  see  thee  : 

Even  here  thy  walls  discern : 
To  thee  my  thoughts  are  kindled, 

And  strive  and  pant  and  yearn 
Jerusalem  the  onely, 

That  look'st  from  heaven  below 
In  thee  is  all  my  glory ; 

In  me  is  all  my  woe  : 
And  though  my  body  may  not, 

My  spirit  seeks  thee  fain, 
Till  flesh  and  earth  return  me 

To  earth  and  flesh  again. 
O  none  can  tell  thy  bulwarks, 

How  gloriously  they  rise  : 
O  none  can  tell  thy  capitals 

Of  beautiful  device : 
Thy  loveliness  oppresses 

All  human  thought  and  heart . 
And  none,  O  peace,  O  Syon, 

Can  sing  thee  as  thou  art. 
New  mansion  of  new  people, 

Whom  God's  own  love  and  light 
Promote,  increase,  make  holy, 

Identify,  unite. 


APPEXDIX.  77 

Thou  City  of  the  Angels  ! 

Thou  City  of  the  Lord  1 
Whose  everlasting  music 

Is  the  glorious  decachord  ! 
And  there  the  band  of  Prophets 

United  praise  ascribes, 
And  there  the  twelvefold  chorus 

Of  Israel's  ransomed  tribes  : 
The  lily-beds  of  virgins, 

The  roses'  martyr-glow, 
The  cohort  of  the  Fathers 

Who  kept  the  faith  below. 
And  there  the  Sole-Begotten 

Is  Lord  in  regal  state  ; 
He,  Judah's  mystic  Lion, 

He,  Lamb  Immaculate. 
0  fields  that  know  no  sorrow  ! 

O  state  that  fears  no  strife  ! 
0  princely  bow'rs  !     O  land  of  u'oVrs  ! 

0  realm  and  home  of  life  ! 


Jerusalem,  exulting 
On  that  securest  shore, 

I  hope  thee,  wish  thee,  sing  thee, 
And  love  thee  evermore  ! 

I  ask  not  for  my  merit : 
I  seek  not  to  deny 


78  THE  XEW  JER USALEAf. 

My  merit  is  destruction, 

A  child  of  wrath  am  I : 
But  yet  with  Faith  I  venture 

And  Hojje  upon  my  way ; 
For  those  perennial  guerdons 

I  labour  night  and  day. 
The  Best  and  Dearest  Father 

Who  made  me  and  Who  saved, 
Bore  with  me  in  defilement, 

And  from  defilement  laved  : 
When  in  His  strength  I  struggle, 

For  very  joy  I  leap, 
When  in  my  sin  I  totter, 

I  weep,  or  try  to  weep  : 
And  grace,  sweet  grace  celestial, 

Shall  all  its  love  display, 
And  David's  Royal  Fountain 

Purge  every  sin  away. 


O  mine,  my  golden  Syon  ! 

O  lovelier  far  than  gold  ! 
With  laurel-girt  battalions, 

And  safe  victorious  fold  : 
O  sweet  and  blessed  Country, 

Shall  I  ever  see  thy  face  ? 
O  sweet  and  blessed  Country, 

Shall  I  ever  win  thy  grace  ? 


APPEXDIX.  79 

I  have  the  hope  within  me 

To  comfort  and  to  bless ! 
Shall  I  ever  win  the  prize  itself? 

O  tell  me.  tell  me,  Yes ! 


Exult,  0  dust  and  ashes  ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part : 
His  only,  His  for  ever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art ! 
Exult,  0  dust  and  ashes  ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part : 
His  only,  His  for  ever, 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art  ! 


IT. 

THE    HYMN    OF   PETER  DAMIANI. 

[eleventh  century.] 

Ad  perennis  vitae  fontem  mens  sitivit  avida, 
Claustra  carnis  praesto  frangi  clausa  quaerit  anima  i 
Gliscit,  ambit,  eluctatur,  exul  frui  patria. 


So  THE  NEW  JER  USALE2T. 

Dum  pressuris  ac  aerumnis  se  gemit  obnoxiam, 
Quam  amisit,  dum  deliquit,  contemplatur  gloriam ; 
Praesens  malum  auget  boni  perditi  memoriam. 

Nam  quis  promat  summae  pacis  quanta  sit  laBtitia, 
Ubi  vivis  margaritis  surgunt  aedificia, 
Auro  celsa  micant  tecta,  radiant  triclinia  ! 

Solis  gemmis  pretiosis  haec  structura  nectitur, 
Auro  mundo  tanquam  vitro  urbis  via  sternitur ; 
Abest  limus,  deest  fiinus,  lues  nulla  cernitur. 

Hiems  horrens,  aestas  torrens  illic  nunquam  saeviunt ; 
Flos  perpetuus  rosarum  ver  agit  perpetuum, 
Can  dent  lilia,  rubescit  crocus,  sudat  balsamum. 

Virent  prata,  vernant  sata,  rivi  mellis  influunt ; 
Pigmentorum  spirat  odor,  liquor  et  aromatum ; 
Pendent  poma  floridorum  non  lapsura  nemorum. 

Non  alternat  luna  vices,  sol,  vel  cursus  siderum ; 
Agnus  est  felicis  urbis  lumen  inocciduum, 
Nox  et  tempus  desunt  ei,  diem  fert  continuum. 

Nam  et  sancti  quique  velut  sol  praeclarus  rutilant, 
Post  triumphum  coronati  mutue  conjubilant, 
Et  prostrati  pugnas  hostis  iam  securi  numerant. 


APPEXJDIX.  8l 

Omni  labe  defcecati  carnis  bella  nesciunt, 
Caro  facta  spiritalis  et  mens  unum  sentiunt, 
Pace  multa  perfruentes  scandalum  non  perferunt 

Mutabilibus  exuti  repetunt  originem, 

Et  praesentem  veritatis  contemplantur  speciem, 

Hinc  vitalem  vivi  fontis  hauriunt  dulceclinem. 

Inde  statum  semper  idem  existendi  capiunt, 
Clari,  vividi,  jucundi  nullis  patent  casibus  : 
Absunt  morbi  semper  sanis,  senectus  juvenibus. 

Hinc  perenne  tenent  esse,  nam  transire  transiit ; 
Inde  virent,  vigent,  florent :  corruptela  corruit, 
Immortalitatis  vigor  mortis  ius  absorbuit. 

Qui  scientum  cuncta  sciunt,  quid  nescire  nequeunt 
Nam  et  pectoris  arcana  penetrant  alterutrum, 
Unum  volunt,  unum  nolunt,  unitas  est  mentium. 

Licet  cuiquam  sit  diversum  pro  labore  meritum, 
Caritas  hoc  facit  suum  quod  amat  in  altero  ; 
Proprium  sic  singulorum  fit  commune  omnium. 

Ubi  corpus,  illic  iure  congregantur  aquilae, 
Quo  cum  angelis  et  sanctae  recreantur  animae, 
Uno  pane  vivunt  cives  utri usque  patriae. 


3 2  THE  NEW  JER  U SALEM 

Avidi  et  semper  pleni,  quod  liabent  desiderant, 
Non  satietas  fastidit,  neque  femes  cruciat : 
Inbiantes  semper  cdunt  et  edentes  inhiant. 

Novas  semper  melodias  vox  meloda  concrepat, 
Et  in  jubilum  prolata  mulcent  aures  organa, 
Digna  per  quern  sunt  victores,  Regi  dant  praeconia, 

Felix  coeli  qui  praesentem  Regem  cernit  anima, 
Et  sub  sede  spectat  alta  orbis  volvi  machinam, 
Solem,  lunam,  et  globosa  cum  planetis  sidera. 

Christe,  palma  bellatorum,  hoc  in  municipium 
Introduc  me  post  solutum  militare  cingulum, 
Fac  consortem  donativi  beatoruin  civium. 

Proebe  vires  inexliausto  laboranti  proelio, 
Nee  quietem  post  procinctum  deneges  emerit^ 
Teque  merear  potiri  sine  fine  praemio. 


APPENDIX.  83 


V. 


THE  JOYS  OF  HEAVEN. 

[a  translation  of  the  hymn  of  peter  damiani,  by  the  author 
of  "  the  voice  of  christian  life  in  song,"  "  the  schonberg- 
cotta  family,"  and  other  works.] 

In  the  Fount  of  life  perennial  the  parch' d  heart  its 

thirst  would  slake, 
And  the  soul,  in  flesh  iinprison'd,  longs  her  prison 

walls  to  break — 
Exile,  seeking,  sighing,  yearning,  in  her  fatherland 

to  wrake. 

When  with  cares  oppressVl  and  sorrows,  only  groans 

her  grief  can  tell, 
Then  she  contemplates  the  glory  which  she  lost  when 

first  she  fell ; 
Present  evil  but  the  memory  of  the  yanish'd  good 

can  swell. 

Who  can  utter  what  the  pleasures  and  the  peace 
unbroken  arc, 


<?4  THE  NEW  JER  U SALEM. 

"Wliere  arise  the  pearly  mansions,  shedding  silver^ 

light  afar, 
Festive  seats  and  golden  roofs,  which  glitter  like  the 

evening  star ! 


Wholly  of  fair  stones  most  precious  are  those  radiant 

structures  made, 
"With  pure  gold,  like  glass  transparent,  are  those 

shining  streets  inlaid, 
Nothing  that  defiles  can  enter,  nothing  that  can  soil 

or  fade. 


Stormy  winter,  burning  summer,  rage  within  those 

regions  never, 
But  perpetual  bloom  of  roses  and  unfading  spring 

for  ever ; 
Lilies  gleam,  the  crocus  glows,  and  dropping  balms 

their  scents  deliver. 


Honey  pure,  and  greenest  pastures,  this  the  land  of 

promise  is, 
Liquid  odours  soft  distilling,  perfumes  breathing  on 

the  breeze ; 
Fruits  immortal  cluster  always  on  the  leafy  fadeless 

trees. 


APPEXDIX. 


stars  with  twinkling  ray, 
For  the  Lamb  of  that  blest  city  is  at  once  the   Sun 

and  Day ; 
Night  and  time  are  known  no  longer,  day  shall  never 

fade  away. 

There  the  saints  like  suns  are  radiant,  like  the  sun 

at  dawn  they  glow  ; 
Crowned  victors  after  conflict,  all  their  joys  together 

flow, 
And  secure  they  count  the  battles  where  they  fought 

the  prostrate  foe. 

Every  stain  of  flesh  is  cleansed,  every  strife  is  left 

behind, 
Spiritual  are  their  bodies,  perfect  unity  of  mind ; 
Dwelling  in  deep  peace  for  ever,  no  offence  or  grief 

they  find. 

Putting  off  their  mortal  vesture,  in  their  Source  their 
souls  they  steep — 

Truth  by  actual  vision  learning,  on  its  form  their 
gaze  they  keep  — 

Drinking  from  the  living  Fountain  draughts  of  liv- 
ing waters  deep. 
8 


86  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM, 

Time,  with  all  its  alternations,  enters  not  those  hosts 

among  ; 
Glorious,  wakeful,  blest,  no  shade  of  chance  or  change 

o'er  them  is  flung  ; 
Sickness  cannot  touch  the  deathless,  nor  old  age  the 

ever  young. 


There  their  being  is  eternal,  things  that  cease  have 

ceased  to  be ; 
All  corruption  there  has  perish'd,  there  they  flourish 

strong  and  free  : 
Thus  mortality  is  swallow'd  up  of  life  eternally. 


Naught  from  them  is  hidden,  knowing  Him  to  whom 

all  things  are  known, 
All  the  spirit's  deep  recesses,  sinless,  to  each  other 

shown — 
Unity  of  will  and  purpose,  heart  and  mind  for  evci 

one. 


Diverse  as  their  varied  labours  the  rewards  to  each 

that  fall, 
But  Love,  what  she  loves  in  others  evermore  her  own 

doth  call ; 
Thus  the  several  joy  of  each  becomes  the  common 

joy  of  all. 


APPENDIX.  87 

Where  the  body  is,  there  ever  arc  the  eagles  gathered, 
For  the  saints  and  for  the  angels  one  most  blessed 

feast  is  spread  — 
Citizens   of   either  country  living  on  the  self-same 

bread. 


Ever  fill'd,  and  ever  seeking,  what  they  have  they 

still  desire ; 
Hunger  there  shall  fret  them  never,  nor  satiety  shall 

tire- 
Still  enjoying  whilst  aspiring,  in  their  joy  they  still 

aspire. 


There  the  new  song,  new  for  ever,  those  melodious 

voices  sing, 
Ceaseless    streams   of   fullest    music  through  those 

blessed  regions  ring ; 
Crowned  victors  ever  bringing  praises  worthy  of  the 

Kinsr ! 


Blessed  who  the  King  of  heaven  in  His  beauty  thus 

behold, 
And  beneath  His  throne  rejoicing  sec  the  universe 

unfold — 
Sun  and  moon,  and  stars  and  planets,  radiant  in  His 
light  unroll'd  ! 


8  8  THE  NEW  JER  US  ALEX. 

Christ,  the  Palm  of  faithful  victors !    of  that  city 

make  me  free ; 
When  my  warfare  shall  be  ended,  to  its  mansions 

lead  Thou  me, — 
Grant  me,  with  its  happy  inmates,  sharer  of  Thy 

gifts  to  be  ! 

Let  Thy  soldier,  yet  contending,  still  be  with  Thy 

strength  supplied  ; 
Thou  wilt  not  deny  the  quiet  when  the  arms  are  laid 

aside ; 
Make  me  meet  with  Thee  for  ever  in  that  country  to 

abide. 


APPENDIX.  89 


VI. 


THE   DESCRIPTION  OF  HEAVENLY  IERUSALEM. 

[<\N  EXGLISH  HTMN  OF  THE  TIME  OF  QUEEN  ELIZABETH.  EVI- 
DENTLY A  TRANSLATION  OF  THE  HYMN  OF  DAMIANI,  BEFORB 
GIVEN.] 

My  thirsty  soul  desires  her  drought 
At  heauenly  fountaines  to  refresh  ; 

My  prysoned  minde  would  fayne  be  out 
Of  chaynes  and  fetters  of  the  flesh. 

She  looketh  vp  ynto  the  state, 

From  whence  she  downe  by  sin  did  slide  ; 
She  mournes  the  more  the  good  she  lost, 

For  present  euill  she  doth  abide. 

She  longs  from  rough  and  dangerous  seas, 
To  harbour  in  the  hauen  of  blisse  ; 

Where  safely  anchor  at  her  ease, 
And  store  of  sweet  contentment  is. 

From  banishment  she  more  and  more 
Desires  to  see  her  countrey  deare  ; 

She  sits  and  sends  her  sighes  before, 
Her  ioyes  and  treasures  all  be  there. 


9o  TUB  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

From  Babilon  she  would  returne, 
Ynto  her  home  and  towne  of  peace, 

Ierusalem,  where  ioyes  abounde, 
Continue  still  and  neuer  cease. 

,  There  blustering  winter  neuer  blowes, 

Nor  sommer's  parching  heate  doth  harme ; 
It  neuer  freezeth  there,  nor  snowes ; 
The  weathers  euer  temperate  warme. 

The  trees  doe  blossome,  bud,  and  beare ; 

The  birds  doe  euer  chirpe  and  sing ; 
The  fruit  is  mellow  all  the  yeare : 

They  haue  an  euerlasting  spring. 

The  pleasant  gardens  euer  keep 
—Their  hearbes  and  flowers  fresh  and  greene ; 
All  sorts  of  dainty  plants  and  fruites 
At  all  times  there  are  to  be  seene. 

The  riuer,  wine  most  perfect  flowes, 
More  pleasant  than  the  honnycombe  ; 

Vpon  whose  bankes  the  sugar  growes, 
Enclosed  in  reedes  of  sinamon. 

Her  walles  of  jasper  stones  be  built, 
Most  rich  and  fayre  that  euer  was  ; 

Her'streetes  and  houses  pau'd  and  gilt 

With  gold  more  cleare  then  christall  glasse. 


APPENDIX,  91 

Her  gates  in  equall  distance  be, 

And  each  a  glistering  inargarite, 
Which  commers  in  farre  off  may  see — 

A  gladsome  and  a  glorious  sight. 

Her  sunne  doth  neuer  'clipse  nor  cloude  ; 

Her  moone  doth  nener  wax  nor  wane  : 
The  Lambe  with  light  hath  her  endued, 

Whose  glory  pen  cannot  explaine. 

The  glorious  saintes  her  dwellers  be, 
In  numbers  more  then  men  can  thinke ; 

So  many  in  a  company, 
As  loue  in  likenes  doth  them  linke. 

The  starres  in  brightnes  they  surpasse  ; 

In  swiftnes,  arrowes  from  a  bowe  ; 
In  strength,  in  firmnes,  Steele  or  brasse  ; 

•In  brightnes,  fire  ;  in  whitenes,  snow. 

Theyr  cloathing  are  more  softe  then  silke, 
With  girdles  gilt  of  beaten  golde ; 

They  in  their  hands,  as  white  as  milke, 
Of  palme  triumphant  branches  holde. 

Theyr  faces,  shining  like  the  sunne, 

Shoot  forth  their  glorious  gladsome  beames  : 
The  field  is  fought ;  the  battle  won  ; 

Their  heads  be  crowned  with  diademes. 


92  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Reward  as  vertue  different  is ; 

Distinct  their  ioyes  and  happines ; 
But  each  in  ioy  of  other's  blisse, 

Doth  as  his  owne  the  same  possesse. 

So  each  in  glory  doe  abound, 
And  all  their  glories  doe  excell : 

But  where  as  all  to  each  redound, 
Who  can  th'  exceeding  glory  tell  ? 

Triumphant  warriers  you  may  heare, 
Recount  their  daungers  which  doe  cease  5 

And  noble  citizens  euery  where, 

Their  happy  gaines  of  ioy  and  peace. 

The  King  that  heauenly  pallace  rules, 
Doth  beare  vpon  his  golden  shield 

A  crosse  in  signe  of  tryumph,  gules, 
Erected  in  a  uerdant  field. 

His  glory  such  as  doth  behoue 
Him  in  his  manhood  for  to  take, 

Whose  Godhead  earth  and  heauen  aboue, 
And  all  that  dwell  therein,  did  make. 

Like  friends,  all  partners  are  in  blisse, 
With  Christ  their  Lord  and  Master  deare , 

Like  spouses  they  the  bridegroome  kisse, 
Who  feasteth  them  with  heauenly  cheare ; 


APPENDIX. 

With  tree  of  life,  and  manna  sweete, 
Which  taste  doth  such  a  pleasure  bring. 

As  none  to  iudge  thereof  be  meete, 

But  they  which  banquet  with  the  King 

With  cherubins  their  wings  they  mooue, 
And  mount  in  contemplation  live  ; 

With  seraphins  they  burne  in  loue, 
The  beames  of  glory  be  so  nygh. 

0  sweet  aspect ;  vision  of  peace  ; 

Happy  regard  and  heauenly  sight ; 
0  endlesse  ioy  without  surcease  ; 

Perpetuall  day  which  hath  no  night ! 

0  well  of  weale  ;  fountaine  of  life  ; 

A  spring  of  euerlasting  blisse  ; 
Eternal  sunne  ;  resplendant  light ; 

And  eminent  cause  of  all  that  is  ! 

Riuer  of  pleasure ;  sea  of  delight ; 

Garden  of  glory  euer  greene  ; 
O  glorious  glasse,  and  mirrour  bright, 

Wherein  all  truth  is  clearly  seene  ! 

0  princely  pallace,  royall  court ; 

Monarchall  scate  ;  emperiall  throne  ! 
Where  King  of  kings,  and  Soueraigne  Lord, 

For  euer  ruleth  all  alone  : 


93 


94 


THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Where  all  trie  glorious  saints  doe  see 

The  secrets  of  the  Deity  ; 
The  Godhead  one,  in  persons  three, 

The  super-blessed  Trinity. 

The  depth  of  wisdome  most  profound,  . 

All  puisant  high  sublimity  ; 
The  breadth  of  loue  without  all  bound, 

In  endlesse  long  eternity. 

The  heauy  earth  belowe  by  kinde 
Alone  ascends  the  mounting  fire  : 

Be  this  the  centor  of  my  minde, 
And  lofty  spheare  of  her  desire. 

The  chafed  deare  doth  take  the  foyle  ; 

The  tyred  hare  the  thickes  and  wood  : 
Be  this  the  comfort  of  my  toyle, 

My  refuge,  hope,  and  soueraigne  good. 

The  merchant  cuts  the  seas  for  gaine ; 

The  soldier  serueth  for  renowne  ; 
The  tyllman  plowes  the  ground  for  graine  ; 

Be  this  my  ioy  and  lasting  crowne. 

The  faulkner  seekes  to  see  a  flight ; 

The  hunter  beates  to  view  the  game : 
Long  thou,  my  soule,  to  see  this  sight, 

And  labour  to  enjoy  the  same. 


APPENDIX. 

No  one's  without  some  one  delight, 
Which  he  endeauours  to  attain e  : 

Seeke  thou,  my  soule,  both  day  and  night, 
This  one,  which  euer  shall  remaine. 

This  one  containes  all  pleasures  true — 
All  other  pleasures  be  but  vaine  : 

Bid  thou  the  rest,  my  soule,  adue, 
And  seeke  this  one  alone  to  gaine. 

Go  count  the  grass  vpon  the  ground, 
Or  sandes  that  lye  vpon  the  shore  ; 

And  when  yee  haue  the  number  found, 
The  ioyes  hereof  be  many  more. 

More  thousand,  thousand  yeares  they  last, 
And  lodge  within  the  happy  mynde  ; 

And  when  so  many  yeares  be  past, 
Yet  more  and  more  be  still  behinde. 

Farre  more  they  be  than  we  can  wreene ; 

They  doe  our  iudgment  much  excell : 
No  ear  hath  heard,  or  eye  hath  seene ; 

No  pen  can  write,  no  tongue  can  tell. 

x\n  angel's  tongue  cannot  recyte 

The  endlessc  ioy  of  heauenly  blisse ; 

Which,  being  wholly  infinite, 

Beyond  all  speech  and  writing  is. 


95 


9 6  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

We  can  imagine  but  a  shade ; 

It  neuer  entred  into  thought, 
What  ioys  he  hath  enioyed,  that  made 

All  ioys,  and  them  that  ioy,  of  nought. 

My  soule  cannot  these  ioys  contayne  ; 

Let  her,  Lord,  enter  into  them, 
For  euer  with  thee  to  remayne, 

Within  thy  towne,  Ierusalem  ! 


APPENDIX.  97 


VII. 

DE    GLORIA. 

'a  free  translation  op  part  op  the  hymn  op  peter  dami- 
ani,  by  mr.  wackerbarth.] 

There  nor  waxing  moon  nor  waning, 
Sun  nor  stars  in  courses  blight : 

For  the  Lamb  to  that  glad  city 
Shines  an  everlasting  light : 

There  the  daylight  beams  for  ever, 
All  unknown  are  time  and  night. 

For  the  Saints,  in  beauty  beaming, 

Shine  in  light  and  glory  pure  : 
Crowned  in  triumph's  flushing  honours 

Joy  in  unison  secure  : 
And  in  safety  tell  their  battles 

And  their  foes'  discomfiture. 

Freed  from  every  stain  of  evil, 
All  their  carnal  wars  are  done  : 

For  the  flesh  made  spiritual 
And  the  soul  agree  in  one  : 

Peace  unbroken  spreads  enjoyment, 
Sin  and  scandal  are  unknown. 


^8  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Here  they  live  in  endless  being  : 
Passingness  lias  passed  away  : 

Here  they  bloom,  they  thrive,  they  flow  ish, 
For  decayed  is  all  decay  : 

Lasting  energy  hath  swallowed 
Darkling  death's  malignant  sway. 

Though  each  one's  respective  merit 
Hath  its  varying  palm  assigned, 

Love  takes  all  as  his  possession, 

Where  his  power  hath  all  combined : 

So  that  all  that  each  possesses 
All  partake  in,  unconfined. 

Christ,  Thy  soldiers'  palm  of  honour, 

Unto  this  Thy  City  free 
Lead  me,  when  my  warfare's  girdle 

I  shall  cast  away  from  me  : 
A  partaker  in  Thy  bounty 

With  Thy  Blessed  ones  to  be. 

Grant  me  vigour,  while  I  labour 
In  the  ceaseless  battle  pressed, 

That  Thou  may'st,  the  conflict  over, 
Grant  me  everlasting  rest : 

And  I  may  at  length  inherit 
Thee  my  portion  ever  blest. 


APPENDIX.  Q9 


VIII. 

A  SONG  BY  F.  B.  P.  TO  THE  TUNE  OF  DIANA. 

fpUBLISHED  BY  DR.  BOXAR  FROM   MSS.    IN"   THE   BRITISH  MUSEUM.] 

Hieiiusale}!,  my  happy  home  ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ! 
When  shall  my  sorrowes  have  an  end, 

Thy  joyes  when  shall  I  see  ? 

0  happie  harbour  of  the  saints  ! 

O  sweete  and  pleasant  soyle  ! 
In  thee  no  sorrow  may  be  found, 

Noe  greefe,  noe  care,  noe  toyle. 

In  thee  noe  sicknesse  may  be  seene, 

Noe  hurt,  noe  ache,  noe  sore  ; 
There  is  noe  death,  nor  uglie  Devill, 

There  is  life  for  evermore. 

Noe  dampish  mist  is  seene  in  thee, 
Noe  colde  nor  darksome  night ; 

There  everie  soule  shines  as  the  sunne, 
There  God  himselfe  gives  light. 


loo  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

There  lust  and  lukar  cannot  dwell, 

There  envy  bears  no  sway  ; 
There  is  no  hunger,  heate,  nor  colde, 

But  pleasure  everie  way. 

Hierusalem !  Hierusalem ! 

God  grant  I  soon  may  see 
Thy  endless  joyes ;  and  of  the  same 

Partaker  aye  to  bee. 

Thy  walls  are  made  of  pretious  stones. 
Thy  bulwarkes  diamondes  square  ; 

Thy  gates  are  of  right  orient  pearl  e, 
Exceedinge  riche  and  rare. 

Thy  turrettes  and  thy  pinnacles 
With  carbuncles  doe  shine  ; 

Thy  yerrie  streets  are  paved  with  gould, 
Surpassinge  c\eare  and  fine. 

Thy  houses  are  of  yvorie, 
Thy  windows  crystal  cleare, 

Thy  tyles  are  made  of  beaten  gould, 
0  God  !  that  I  were  there. 

Within  thy  gates  no  thin  ge  doth  come 
That  is  not  passinge  cleane, 

ISToe  spider's  web,  no  durt,  no  dust, 
Koe  iil the  may  there  be  seene. 


APPENDIX.  I0I 

All !  my  sweete  home,  Hierusalem, 

Would  God  I  were  in  thee  ! 
Would  God  my  woes  were  at  an  end, 

Thy  ioyes  that  I  might  see. 

Thy  saints  are  crowned  with  glorie  great, 

They  see  God  face  to  face  ; 
They  triumph  still,  they  still  reioyce, 

Most  happie  is  their  case. 

Wee  that  are  heere  in  banishment. 

Continuallie  doe  moane  ; 
We  sigh,  and  sobbe,  we  weepe,  and  weale, 

Perpetuallie  we  groane. 

Our  sweete  is  mixt  with  bitter  gaule, 

Our  pleasure  is  but  paine  ; 
Our  ioyes  scarce  last  the  lookeing  on, 

Our  sorrowes  still  remaine. 

But  there  they  live  in  such  delight, 

Such  pleasure  and  such  play, 
As  that  to  them  a  thousand  yeares 

Doth  seeme  as  yesterday. 

Thy  vineyardes  and  thy  orchardes  are 

Most  beautifull  and  faire  ; 
Full  furnished  with  trees  and  fruits, 

Most  wonderful  and  rare. 


102  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Thy  gardens  and  thy  gallant  walkes 

Continually  are  greene ; 
There  grow  such  sweete  and  pleasant  flowers 

As  no  where  else  are  seene. 

There  is  nectar  and  ambrosia  made, 
There  is  muske  and  civette  sweete  ; 

There  manie  a  faire  and  daintie  drugge 
Are  trodden  under  feete. 

There  cinomon,  there  sugar  grow, 
There  narde  and  balme  abound ; 

What  toungue  can  tell,  or  harte  containe, 
The  ioyes  that  there  are  found. 

Quyt  through  the  streetes  with  silver  sound, 

The  flood  of  life  doe  flowe ; 
Upon  whose  bankes  on  everie  syde, 

The  wood  of  life  doth  growe. 

There  trees  for  evermore  beare  fruite, 

And  evermore  doe  springe ; 
There  evermore  the  angels  sit, 

And  evermore  doe  singe. 

There  David  stands  with  harpe  in  hand, 

As  Master  of  the  Queere  ; 
Tenne  thousand  times  that  man  were  blest, 

That  might  this  musicke  heare. 


APPENDIX. 

Our  Ladie  singes  Magnificat, 
With  tunes  surpassinge  sweete  ; 

And  all  the  yirginns  beare  their  parte, 
Siting  above  her  feete. 

Te  Deum  cloth  Sant  Ambrose  singe, 
Saint  Augustine  doth  the  like  ; 

Ould  Simeon  and  Zacharie 
Have  not  their  songes  to  seeke. 

There  Magdalene  hath  left  her  mone, 
And  cheerfullie  doth  singe 

With  blessed  saints,  whose  harmonie 
In  everie  street  doth  ringe. 

Hierusalem  !  my  happie  home  ! 

Would  God  I  were  in  thee  ! 
Would  God  my  woes  were  at  an  end, 

Thy  joyes  that  I  might  see  ! 


'03 


1 04  THE  NEW  JER  USALEM. 

IX. 

DIFFERENT    VERSIONS. 

The  brief  versions  of  the  hymn,  familiar  to 
all  readers  from  the  first  line,  "  Jerusalem,  my 
happy  home,"  are  very  numerous.  The  earliest 
in  this  form  with  which  we  have  met,  is  ascribed 
by  Dr.  Bonar  to  "  a  small  work  published  by  the 
Rev.  W.  Burkitt  (the  Expositor),  dated  1093." 
We  have  a  little  book,  The  Poor  Man's  Help 
and  Young  Man's  Guide,  by  William  Burkitt, 
M.  A.,  of  Pembroke  Hall,  in  Cambridge,  late 
Vicar  of  Dedham,  in  Essex,  Thirty-second  Edi- 
tion, Albany  (N.  Y.),  1804,  the  introduction  to 
which  is  dated,  Dedham,  1693.  In  this  we  find 
the  same  version,  differing  in  only  a  few  words 
from  that  published  by  Dr.  Bonar  Avhich  we 
here  giv  : 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ! 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

Thy  gates  are  richly  set  with  pearls, 

Most  glorious  to  behold  ; 
Thy  walls  are  all  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 


APPENDIX.  105 

Thy  gardens  and  thy  pleasant  fruit 

Continually  are  green  ; 
So  sweet  a  sight,  by  human  eye, 

Has  never  yet  been  seen. 

If  heaven  be  thus  glorious,  Lord, 

"Why  must  I  keep  from  thence  ? 
What  folly  is't  that  makes  me  loathe 

To  die  and  go  from  hence. 

Reach  down,  reach  down,  thine  arm  of  grace, 

And  cause  me  to  ascend, 
"Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end. 

When  wilt  thou  come  to  me,  O  Lord  ! 

O  come,  my  Lord,  most  dear ; 
Come  nearer,  nearer,  nearer  still, 

I'm  well  when  thou  art  near. 

My  dear  Redeemer  is  above, 

Him  will  I  go  to  see  ; 
And  all  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Shall  soon  come  after  me. 

Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

0  how  I  long  for  thee, 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

When  once  thy  joys  I  see 


I06  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

We  take  the  following  version  from  Psalms 
and  Hymns,  authorized  by  the  General 
Assembly,  published  at  Philadelphia,  by  the 
Presbyterian  Board  of  Publication  : 

Jerusalem,  rny  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
"When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

In  joy  and  peace  and  thee  ? 

When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong 


0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end ! 

There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats,  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 


APPENDIX.  107 

Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand, 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  : 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

The  foregoing  version  has  been  in  use  nearly 
a  century,  a  single  word  only  being  changed. 
In  the  last  line  but  one  "  sorrows "  has  been 
sometimes  substituted  for  "  labours."  The  fond- 
ness of  makers  of  hymn  books  for  the  alteration 
of  good  old  hymns  has  led  to  nearly  as  many 
variations  on  this  form  of  the  hymn,  as  there 
have  been  new  books.  Thus,  in  the  Church 
Psalmist,  published  by  the  Presbyterian 
Publication  Committee,  Philadelphia,  the 
hymn  appears  much  altered.  The  fourth  stanza 
is  omitted,  and  three  of  the  others  are  given  as 
follows  : 

Oh  when  thou  city  of  my  God 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, — 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up 

And  Sabbaths  never  end  ? 


108  THE  NEW  JERUSALEM. 

Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  or  woe 

Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
Jerusalem  I  soon  shall  view, 

In  realms  of  endless  day. 

Redeemed  saints  and  angels  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 

Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

In  Psalms  and  Hymns,  published  by  ite 
Board  of  Publication  of  the  Reformed 
Dutch  Church,  ISTew  York,  1860,  the  fifth 
stanza  in  the  foregoing  version  is  omitted, 
and  the  third  line  of  the  fourth  stanza  is  thus 
changed  : 

Blessed  seats  !  through  wild  and  stormy  scenes. 

In  The  Psalmist,  published  by  the  Ameri- 
can Baptist  Publication  Society,  the  first 
lines  of  the  first  and  last  stanzas  are  thus : 

Jerusalem,  my  glorious  home  ! 

The  freedom  with  which  old  hymns  are 
revised  and  changed  is  well  illustrated  in  the 


APPENDIX.  109 

following    version    taken    from    the    Sabbath 
Hymn  Book,  a  New  York  publication  : 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ; 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end  ? 

In  joy,  and  peace,  in  thee  ? 

Oh  !  when  thou  city  of  my  God 

Shall  E  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  evermore  the  angels  sing, 

Where  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

There  happier  bowers,  than  Eden's,  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 

I  onward  press  to  you. 

Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe  ? 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
IVe  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 

Jerusalem,  my  glorious  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  : 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 

When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

In  Hymns  for  the  Use  of  the  Methodist 
10 


1 1  o  THE  NE I V  JER  USA  I RM. 

EnscoPAL  Church,  Revised  Edition,  edited  by 
a  Committee,  New  York,  1849,  only  five  stanzas 
of  the  hymn  appear. 

In  the  Plymouth  Collection,  New  York, 
1S56,  are  adopted  the  readings,  Jerusalem,  my 
glorious  home,  in  the  first  and  last  stanzas  ;  and 
the  third  stanza  is  omitted. 

In  "Christian  Psalmody,  a  Collection  of 
above  nine  hundred  Hymns,  etc.,"  by  the  Rev. 
Edward  Bickersteth,  Rector  of  Watton,  Herts; 
London,  no  date,  the  hymn  appears  as  follows  : 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labours  have  an  end  ? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ? 

When  shall  these  eyes  thy  glorious  walls, 

And  gates  of  pearl  behold, 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  purest  gold  ? 

Oh  !  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  never  end  ? 


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Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  woe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay  ? 
I  've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view, 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  dwells  therein, 

In  glorious  majesty ; 
And  Him,  through  ev'ry  stormy  scene, 

I  onward  press  to  see. 

Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand, 
And  all  I  love  in  Christ  below 

Shall  join  the  glorious  band. 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  Thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labours  have  an  end, 

When  onee  thy  joys  I  see. 

It  is  unnecessary  to  go  on  with  these  illustra- 
tions. And  since  the  oldest  version  in  common 
use  was  itself  only  an  alteration  of  some  lines 
of  the  original  hymn,  "  Oh  Mother  dear,  Jerusa- 
lem," it  may  with  much  force  be  pleaded  that 
any  compiler  of  a  hymn  book  has  equal  right  to 


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change  that  version.  It  is  in  truth  only  a  matter 
of  taste,  and  all  these  versions  are  but  weak 
substitutes  for  the  triumphant  chaunt  of  the 
original  hymn. 


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